The cars there but he'll have to go in to find Pista.

The Swarm that is him circles the car, double checking it's the right one, then looks for a place of quiet, one of peace, where it won't be seen to alight, where thoughts again change, where many become one.

He smiles, stretching, working out kinks that are imaginary, gasping, feeling the paint that isn't..

After a few moments he heads toward the door, ready to look for his friend, anxious to find him..

Hes not in the lobby he look in the Casino itself or at the front desk?

He pauses, wondering where best to look, deciding to check out the casino first and heading that way, trying to decide what games would interest his friend..

they have some modern games and ablack jack table


No sign of pista though.

(this should be fun, he has no idea what Pista's last name is lol)

Swearing silently, taking another quick look around, he sighs and heads out of the Casino and towards the front desk, waiting his turn quietly.

(Mostly because Im lazy Sorry)

Looks him over

"Yes Sir, may I help you?"

I was thinking more like it was a choice of Pista's, a way of protecting his family, so you weren't lazy and definitely no need to apologize)

"Hi, I sure hope so, I'm supposed to meet a friend here but I'm kind of late, he's supposed to have reserved us rooms, would it be possible for you to check for me?"

nods

"What would his name be? for that Matter whats Yours?" asks Curiously.

He smiles..

"His would be under Pista, if he put a room in mine it would be under Samuel"

smiles

"We have separate rooms for you two" gives him a keycard and a card he can use with some freeplay


"$6,000 Boy two of you must have something to celebrate"


"Feel free to look at your room for now or visit his"

He smiles huge, taking the cards and slipping them into his pocket..

"Wow, awesome, and yes we do..and thanks"

He pauses..thinking..

"Think I'll head for his, let him know I'm here"

hes given location. with a smile.

Pistas hanging around for now reading his E reader.

Knowing the man's thoughts about propriety and politeness, not mention the man's temper and having no desire to surprise him and face it, He knocks on the door, patiently waiting.

he hears Pista's voice "Yes?" curious.

He smiles..

"A traveller bearing tales seeks entrance"

he knows it's silly, but it was the first thing that popped into his head.

The door opens and Pista shakes hands


"Well met my friend" he says


inside he has a moderately fancy room.

He smiles, shaking the man's hand, as always impressed by the strength of the grip..

"It seemed to fit, I hope I am not late, I did the best I could"

He glances around, smiling, noticably impressed with the room, not sure what he was expecting but liking it..

smiles "Some shadow lords think pageantrys a waste of time, I think if you can afford it why not?" brightly


"so hows the world treating you?" is curious.

He nods and smiles back..

"Why not be comfortable if, you can afford  it, and it comes off a little flashy, oh well, I agree"

"Like it finds me entertaining" His voice is light, but gets serious..

"I have alot to tell you, but I have a question first..have you heard of Manrats? are they..shifters or just legends?"

pauses "Manrats What do you mean? Their is a race of shifters known as the Ratkin"

He nods..

"the town I stopped in, had legends of Manrats in sewers..I thought they might be like us and was thinking of checking them out..but that part of town wasn't one I'd go into alone.."

nods "Ratkin exist they are shifters, but must be approached, if at all, very cautiously" He adds


"They go around trying to spread plagues, supposedly to keep the human population down."


Shakes head


"I can understand that goal from a detached viewpoint... but the thought of Olga being infected and dieing a horrible lingering Death" trails off


"But even from that Detached part of me I know if you approach them you must be very cautious"