While Will investigated the donor area, Conrad, pulling his cap down as far as possible to avoid recognition, entered the main Taphouse, cosying up to the bar.
“Credentials,” demanded the young man behind the counter. Rolling his eyes, Conrad lifted his wrist, giving the best bored expression he could muster. “A pleasure, Mr Mendel.” He dipped his head, clearly recognising the name. “We have a few items in this evening that one such as yourself may enjoy, if you’re looking for a boost.” The young man passed him a menu, which went blank for a second, before the display altered, updating with the latest donor and removing the one whose services were no longer available.
His device buzzed, revealing a message from Will. He read it quickly, bristling. Did Will really think he needed his help
