The ice cream shop goes quiet as the enter the shop, a woman behind the counter, in a french maid uniform oddly enough, watches the Arvugian and Anzian group clenching to the underside of the counter, thumb still visible and clearly not reaching for a weapon but clearly enough to show she’s anxious, a behaviour shared by other denizens, it’s clear law enforcement of any kind makes them uncomfortable. Pharan nods and tries talking to individuals but few say anything or try and brush things off, on individual sits alone in the back, a man in a cloak and hood watching them the whole time. (*Lord of the Rings theme Plays*) The militia shake their head, “None that we’ve seen. Looks archaic though.”