"A good a place as any." Ross agreed as his hand entered his pocket, fishing around for the currency required to pay for a meal. "I glanced at a map on the way to this city. I don't know the exact whereabouts of this Shi'tee Kree'aa, but I know the district it should be in." He noted the captain's friendly send-off, of which he responded with a quick salute as he continued on to his own group's destination. Silly little man had taken off without even checking to see if they were following him. Regardless, anyone could see that the young noble was on edge in this city, even if it was basically run by schoolchildren. His hand lay on the hilt of his sword while he was walking along, like he was expecting to be ambushed by a bunch of hungry orphans... Okay, that was too bourgeoisie-esque, let me try that again... As if he was expecting blackguards to lunge out at him, knives unsheathed.