Merlin tilted his head to show interest but quickly remembered he could not be seen from his position.
"Victor? Who is that?"
Merlin felt uneasy and looked around the box beside him on the bench which hid him from the others at the bar. He couldn't make out much, but it seemed someone who was leaning on a wall was keen on making sure the conversation went well. Or he ended up dead and dragged back to Gallia.
"Before I continue to answer your questions, I must request two things. Proof of who you are, and if that shows well, permission to be on the table to drink my bowl."
