"Seriously?" Ryka asked, voicing everyone's thoughts.
"It's none of your-" Solus' words died in her mouth as she noticed Lith's worried look. In a fight, a mage out of shape would easily become out of life. It wasn't just a matter of daily health but also survival.
"I'll have just one slice. For the investigation's purposes."
Lith turned the Eyes of Menadion on and off for a moment, hoping to catch a glimpse of his mark but to no avail. There were too many powerful residual energy signatures inside the Association and they all vanished once out of the door.
Mages would rarely walk or use carriages. The weak ones would fly while the powerful ones would Warp to their destination. The Eyes picked up several energy trails going up but they were either too weak or going in the wrong direction.
The group had to reach the Crystal Cauldron by flight since none of them had ever visited Xaanx.
Lith exploited the opportunity to activate the Eyes again. Away from the crowd, it was easy to record the residual energy signatures of powerful mages who had flown near the local branch of the Association without getting a massive headache.
Reaching the restaurant was easy, getting inside, however, was not.
"I'm really sorry, assistant Constable Strudel Fan, but we are all booked up." The concierge was a man of grand stature, presence, and ego. "Come back in five, six hours tops and you'll have our full cooperation."
"It's Strider Vahn and we don't have so much time to waste!" The now-human Zouwu still managed to growl.
"You also don't have a warrant so unless you are going to compensate our clients for the disturbance and our staff for the lost tips, I respectfully invite you to come back later." Each word oozed his contempt for the public servants who earned in a month what most of his clients did in a day.
"Please, we just need you to look at one picture and answer a few questions." Ryka conjured a hologram of Phanil/Adria but the concierge pushed her amulet away without even looking at it.
"I'm sorry but our customers expect a certain degree of privacy that our establishment is glad to provide. We'll gladly report anything illegal we have witnessed but if we had, I can assure you that person wouldn't be our client anymore."
Based on his nametag, his name was Vonam, and based on his attitude, he was a snob.
"Please, we just need a minute and something to eat." Solus said, managing only to make him curl his thick lips up in disgust.
"Time is money and we don't have discounts for Royal Constables. Again, we are fully booked and we'll see you in six hours. Goodbye."
"You just said five!" Strider snarled.
"And now they are six!" Vonam snarled back. "And if you don't get yourself a warrant and some manners, they might become seven. Good! Bye!"
In all that chaos, Lith remained calm and collected as if the matter didn't involve him.
"See you later, Mister Vonam." He gave the concierge a bow deep enough to express respect but shallow enough to remark that he deemed the concierge below a Constable.
A quick stop high in the sky and five minutes later, Vonam discovered that the six hours had already passed.
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