Before the boy could even begin speaking, the Prince had already guessed he had no answers. Even so, he listened in silence, hoping to be proved wrong. Whatever the other man said, the Prince could not believe there was no pattern to what he was beginning to understand was a constant stream of arrivals to this place, Paixao. It must have something to do with the Sands, although he did not, as of yet, see how.

"Clearly I seek answers from the wrong place!" It was more a comment to himself, but realizing he had spoken aloud, he added to the youth, "I apologize. I see now you have no more information than I." The boy was looking past him, at the other man, and Prince backed away slightly. Time was short and his thoughts were turning constantly to Babylon and all that might be happening in his absence.

But the man he had spoken to earlier, using the strange communications device, had nigh promised information, and the Prince did not know how long he would wait. With this renewed sense of urgency, therefore, he turned away from the two and strode back towards the gate with determination. Now, to find this café...

[OOC: Kindly excuse poorly-written exit?]