[b]Ite walks by and sits down at a nearby booth in the usual set of black robes. A slight bulge on his back and side suggest hidden weapons. The fire dims, flickers, then returns to normal as a sudden swathe of cold floats in, seemingly following him. He procures a small bag of gold, sets it upon the table, and in a matter of seconds a drink is served. Ite takes a sip.[/b]