I sighed rising to my feet. Drake held up a hand forestalling me silently as he reached inside his office cabinmate behind and removed a bundle of clothes for me. "Here. Put that on. You'll have to remember to leave an extra suits when you need them around here when you take over management." He said.
I nodded and took the shirt and slacks. "Thanks." I said and quickly started dressing as Drake stared at me crossing his arms over his chest.
"It's not going to be easy finding the asshole. Byron was always a sneaky bastard in regards to masking his appearance. He disappeared well over a hundred years ago though I don't think he's under a rock. He has to have gained a position back in his home country." He said.
I nodded. "Alright. So I'm guessing if it was a hundred years ago then has to be of the immortal races. He isn't Draconian though." I said.
