Not able to stay in one place much longer. Zylar picked up his feet and stepped off the street-corner. Walking across the street he heads towards the cafe. Hunger may not be an issue, but a coffee may occupy his time as he contemplated his next move. Learning about a new city or place wasn't as easy as just walking around. At least when it came to Zylar's profession and set of skills. Opening the cafe door he pauses at the entrance. 

He wasn't sure if it was natural restlessness, aggression or strength that caused the door to somewhat slam as it closed. Though some minor attention was unfortunately gained by those inside. As Zylar stood at the entrance and examined those inside of the Cafe. He also looked among the tables and seats to find a place to sit. His most notable feature or what grabbed most attention, was the massive great-sword slung on his back. As much as it seemed it would, his weapon didn't get in his way or obstruct movement in the slightest. 

His table was one away from the table Arydun and Ren. The only time he payed attention to them was when he passed them to get to his table. While passing Arydun and Ren's table the blade of his great-sword bumped and shook Arydun and Ren's table. Without skipping a beat he went to the empty table or seat. He wasn't facing Arydun and Ren, though his back wasn't towards them either. Now he waited for someone to come take his order. Not really in a rush to get it completed either. 

Every once in a while as he sat in his chair, his gaze would shift to the whole room. To very few it may be obvious how cautious or aware Zylar was of his surroundings. Occasionally during his examination of the Cafe surrounding him. His gaze would go past Arydun and Ren. Though like always, he made sure to make his glances brief to not attract attention. So far he wasn't sure if he knew anybody in this city.