Hmmmmm... That was true. She should probably stop assuming that every 'boss' in this area was secretly a criminal mastermind with an open palm waiting to be greased. She looked at Ales, the conceded to his suggestion with a nod.

"Very well. The old man did say he enjoyed a rousing game or two in his youth. It is possible he would gravitate to a place of nostalgia."

And she had candy. What was she going to do with this? Perhaps they'd meet someone later with a sweet tooth. (Sierra Games had a tendency to work that way.)

"Thank you for your assistance," she inclined her head to the vendor, before turning to move away with her partner.