The establishment two streets down suited Halbrecht better than the open street.
It was quiet, expensive, and full of people who preferred their conversations unheard. Engineers, senior assistants, minor nobles with technical hobbies, and a few alchemists occupied the booths under amber lamps. Enough noise to hide a conversation. Not enough to ruin one.
Halbrecht did not ask for a table.
The attendant recognized him and led them to a booth near the back. Caelum followed as Edran von Voss, cane in hand, old vampire face in place. The cane was unnecessary, but useful. People gave old men with canes a little more patience, and patience made them easier to guide.
Halbrecht removed his gloves before taking his seat. Left first, right second. He folded both with careful precision and placed them beside the hand wearing his ring. His thumb brushed the metal once before he spoke to the attendant.
