Cian gave his handheld a mildly disgusted look before setting it face-down on the rather grimy table. "Call me jaded, but I thought it'd been too long since the last disaster," he said dryly. He watched as a group of people crammed around another tiny table stood, adjusted weapon harnesses, and headed out the door after tossing a few handfuls of gil among their half-empty beer mugs.
"You know," Cian said, taking a long sip of his, "that Banes woman practically forbade me from fighting any more zombies even if the city was in danger." He grinned. Not like he felt an overwhelming urge to go out into the countryside, anyway. "Guess I'm going to get to finish my beer."