I saw the spectacle of some weird looking guy in black cloathes pointing at someone else who immediately fell to the ground. Was he dead? who knows, and more importantly: who CARES? I for sure don't, but the finger pointing action triggered more magic power in the room than only that guy had in him. It was at that moment that I knew that a very exclusive group of men were in this room. were we all drawn to meet in this place.. I don't know. I only needed to find my contact.
I saw a man standing at the bar that seemed aggravated about something and looked angry at someone on another table. Maybe he was my contact, maybe it was someone else... I don't know
I ordered another good Ale and drank
