Salem wandered into the bar and looked around. Busy in here again. That was good. Rathien would probably be less likely to try something. Of course, whether Rathien was even trying to kill him anymore wasn't certain at this point. This situation had to be dealt with.
He narrowed his eyes as he spotted Jocun- he owed the controller for his scans, but Salem was becoming increasingly suspicious of the Yeerk, and now he and Keshin were talking quietly. He hoped their conversation wasn't about him, and if it was, he hoped Keshin wouldn't betray him, but the truth was, mercenaries were always unknowns.
Salem shook himself slightly and glanced at the table where the largest gathering seemed to be- there were a number of strangers, but he had to smile when he spotted Myitt, giving a slight nod in her direction once he caught her eye. They'd left each other on a relatively high note, and he hadn't expected her back so soon.
Salem slid quietly into one of the empty booths near the wall and waited impatiently for Al. As he did so, he closed his eyes and tried to "see" each of the members of the bar using his newfound sense. He was getting better with it. He still couldn't exactly pinpoint positions or tell one being from another, but at least he was becoming relatively certain about the number and relative positions of those nearest him.
Al frowned- something was definitely wrong. Ewa seemed... extremely disoriented. Could it have been something she ate? He thought back, but nothing he remembered her taking in should be any more harmful to a Paladinian than it would to a human. So... drugged? By someone after Salem? Rathien after Salem?
"Come on," he said, putting on a soft smile and reaching for the hand she'd begun to lift to lead her inside. "Let's get you sitting down. A little water couldn't hurt either." He looked concernedly into her eyes, "Ewa, how are you feeling?"
