It took a moment for the recognition to set in, but I knew the exact moment when it did by the widening of the man's eyes and the gaping of his mouth. I grinned back, utmost pleased with my luck, and sat down at his table not bothering to ask for permission.
"Hello there. Long time no see."
The man took so long to catch his breath that I began to fear that he was choking. In the dim lighting of the bar, I watched how his unremarkable features moved from shock, to anger, to something closest to grim acceptance.
"You. What do you want with me now?" he asked before picking a pistachio from a small dish and fiercely biting down on it.
I eyed the pistachios. They looked quite tempting. My eyes rose to Avarice's nephew. And if I wanted this negotiation to go as I'd like it to, stealing them would actually work for me. It would help me establish dominance.
