Fantastic. Running about with everything going to hell. Balthier heaves a sigh, slightly dramatic, but heads after Max a moment later, tapering to a halt in front of the doors of the restaurant. He squints to see into the darkened room, and there's - what? A bird? Some great black corvus perched on the bar, blood dripping from its beak.

"Something isn't right," he states, and while yes, that is quite obvious, thank you Balthier, it's worth mentioning, he feels. This is too many bizarre events in the span of five minutes to be a coincidence. Calling out: "Is anyone hurt in there?" He can see several people huddled in the back, still.