Tor decided to try some of the chilled pie after all, which was nearly as good as Rolph had told them, and settled the bill with the server when she told Rolph what it cost. She was standing over him so she saw the golds in the purse, but she just smiled when he gave her the two golds and returned with a handful of change a few minutes later. Rolph handed her the tip, which looked to be several silvers, not a bad bit of money considering it was less than two hours of work. Some people didn't make a half silver in a week.

Ridley nudged him on the way by, his upper arm pushing him lightly, but not enough to trigger his shield. Ali was on his other side, holding his left hand, so it was definitely directed at him and not something for his wife that simply missed the mark. The contact held longer than Tor was comfortable with, but he got the idea, they needed to be watchful in case of attack. Sure enough just outside the establishments red painted door, the men had stopped to wait for them.

Well. That was nice of them. Tor thought. Waiting on the street to cause problems instead of damaging the decor. The group he was with mainly had smaller people in it, even though most were a noble of some kind of another. Their collective plain clothing probably made them look a little poor or unimportant, but whatever the reason was, these men moved on Gersh as if they wanted to kill him on the spot.

Tor shook his head and stepped into the path of the biggest and most aggressive seeming of the bunch and everyone with him. Tan silks and leather pants, which were stylish, and way too hot if you didn't have a temperature equalizing device on, which this man didn't seem to at all, given the sweat on his forehead and under his arms. The dark patches on silk would leave salt stains and by noble standards make the shirt unwearable there after. It was a waste of materials then. Tor considered the whole thing for a moment and wondered why the men hadn't opted for cooler clothing. Being trendy was all good and fine, but it didn't matter who you were, waste was waste.