Harlequin picks up the pack of cigarettes, turning it over in his hand, then a wicked grin crossed his face.
"Heh, much as I'd like to crash for the evening I think it's become even more critical that we get in contact with the local Guardians and/or Arrows before tomorrow morning. A thought just occurred to me," Harlequin gave the pack a closer look, checking how many remained before he continued, "Nemesis is here to hunt, a stressful event made even more so by the fact he failed his first attempt. He's going to want smokes to calm his nerves, but he dropped his pack. He has refined tastes, but is too smart to return to the scene and I doubt we'd find this brand at any old newsagent or petrol station. Thessaly, how many specialised Tobacconists do you have in town? I'd be willing to put money on finding him at one of those come opening time tomorrow.
"Although if we're unlucky then his attachment to this brand won't be strong enough, and he may just get a replacement pack of any old brand from a twenty-four hour gas station before going into hiding for a while."
He puts the pack down again, turning to Morrigan.
"Those cigarettes are one hell of a find, Morrigan, but I'm uncertain whether he has any connections or colleagues here in town. He got off the same bus as me, probably an hour ago, and there was noone waiting there for him. Between when I saw him leave the bus station and when he encountered Cymbeline and I he mustn't have gone far, he had probably been wandering in search of anyone he thought was a Mage. If he had people here I'd figure his first port of call would be with them to get his bearings and make plans, rather than lash out at the first potential victim.
"What makes me uncertain is that he didn't have any luggage with him. He may not be intending to stay for long or, as you suggest, he may have allies he can call on here to supply him with what he needs for an extended stay."