Frances would nod as he watched Lorenzo leave. He would then turn to Shiori again and asked. "By the way, you mentioned you have a 'clan' right? I'm familiar with the culture from my plane, though the terminology might be a bit different, mind if I ask if you're a Rouge or a Fighter?" He asked. 

[OOC: I 'think' Fighter is the equivalence to Samurais if my guess is correct.]

"Rogue," Shiori confirms. "Well, rogue-monk double major. It's the closest thing Sigil has to ninja. Dad says they used to have a dedicated ninja program here, but it wasn't very good, so the new curriculum got rid of it. What about you? Bard?"

The halfling girl raises her eyebrow. "Name-lenzo?" Her eyes perk up and she nods. "Ah! Name Chi-Chi!"

Entering the stairwell, t'Nee finds a brand new stone fountain in the stairwell, with a statue of Wastri on top, relieving himself into the water basin, which is shaped like an elven face. 

On the front of the base is a large bow and an inscription: 

This fountain is a gift from o'Wata'nasi'am,
First Grung Ambassador to Sigil,
In hopes that her son t'Nee will remember
the teachings of the Hopping Prophet Wastri,
and so he has a comfortable place to sleep.

Squealing with delight, he hops right out of this thread, trying to catch up with the group looking for the soda shop. 

Well, isn't that the million coin question, what to do afterwards. "Hard to say honestly. Currently my plan is to go around and play my music and enjoy the happiness and delight with the people. And with the training, hopefully better protect myself." He said as he looked out the window. "Or who knows, might find a job here as long as I'm not ran out." He said with a chuckle and then said "Good place to stay away from my crazy Necromancer ex." He said, the last part to himself mostly.