Sat in a silent room, with only a single light bulb that buzzed, the Boss and Staxius eyed one another. The former had been fascinated by the latter's mannerisms. Outside, none of the guards knew what transpired. The mages were left oblivious.
"What business would you like to discuss?" the man took out the cigar and watched. "God's ale," the reply fast and stern. Hearing those two words, the man coughed. Due to smoke or bafflement, he was none the wiser.
"Excuse me, but did I hear you right?" the heavy accent whelmed his voice. "Listen," Staxius leaned back in the chair, "-I'm not so keen on repeating my words," the voice firm.
