Cylus had been attracted by the commotion an laughed as he watched as a large man resembling that of an ogre or an orc bombarded a smaller man on the floor. He had heard of that cafe, the owner being a crazed beast who thinks you must be worthy of his baked goods. Bewildered, Cylus leaned against a wall and watched as the man decided he didn't want those particular treats, got on his feet, and walked back in Cylus' direction. Chuckling as the man passed, he greeted him. "Must be some really good looking pastries, huh? The name's Cylus." he says, extending a hand. "What is it that you wanted? Perhaps I can score us some."