"Oh no, that's alright." The woman smiled. There was a certain hesitation in her demeanor now, as though she was thinking of something. After a moment that seemed longer than one such, she nodded at Leon, leaned in close and spoke softly. "If you're feeling a little dissatisfied with that fact, I actually know a place that might be of some interest." She rifled through her pockets, and a couple seconds after would pull out a crumpled card. It read, in faded lettering: [i]Fate Weavers Private Military Weavers of fate – changes based on cash involved! 2638 Sol Avenue, Lumen Solis, 38191[/i]