That Cian found himself in this district was not surprising -- it bordered the Tenements, where the clubs and eateries became small and seedy, and it hioused the guild hall. That Cian found himself in the cafe had everything to do with the man he'd seen through the window as he was passing by.
The Wren wasn't his sort of establishment, generally speaking, but he was acutely aware that if the rumor's of Sasaki's rise to leadership weren't exaggerated, he was going to be in for some hard times. Gamblers relied on luck, sure -- but the smart ones also hedged. Lord Mathieu Rozenkatz was, therefore, suddenly much more relevant to Cian's interests than he had ever been previously.
He strode into the cafe with -- for him -- a friendly expression (though for someone else, it would likely be called neutral, at best). "Morning, Councilor," he said in greeting once he had approached. Fortunately, the room was close to full, which made his next question natural: "Cold out there -- seems like everyone else had the same idea I did. Mind if I join you for coffee?"