Oh Jim. Little do you know how much of a rebel Ianto used to be, before all the suits and ties and waistcoats. There were studded belts and chains and everything. He's even been arrested once. Of course he wouldn't mind a little mind altering substances.

He takes a few bites of his sandwich as he thinks about it, before shaking his head. "I don't know," he says. "There's a lot of trouble brewing here, and if there's something I can do about it, I want to try." It probably sounds ludicrous, a teaboy going up against bandits and shamans and undead dragons, but there it is nonetheless. Ianto's ridiculous urge to make a difference, even if he dies trying along the way. He really hopes that he doesn't though. That Khalo date sounds pretty nice, right about now.

"There is, ehm. Something I could use your help with, before you go," he adds. "Tomorrow morning -- before you go. If you could tell us everything you know about these shamans, your history with them, we might at least stand a chance. John and me, I mean." Yes hello sorry did he forget to mention, his roommate is in town and on the job with him as well.