Andre looked nervous as we sat in a dark booth near the back of the bar. A waitress dropped off two more fresh beers and he drank half in three swallows.“Alrigh’,” he said. “Let’s hear it, Damien.”“Ah, well, first, I have to apologize,” I said. “I actually go by Sylas.”It took a second, but his grip on the beer bottle tightened and the color faded from his face as the realization dawned on him.“I knew you were familiar,” he replied. “You’re a Drakos.”“Indeed,” I stated.“That one His Majesty has been bitching about incessantly for the past two weeks,” Andre continued.“That would be the one,” I replied.“Well, what the hell do you want with me?” he asked.I shrugged. “Information,” I told him. “Discretion.”Andre scoffed. “So, you want me to cross a Drakos? Do I look like I have a death wish?”“That’s an interesting choice of words,” I commented. “Last I checked, the Drakos weren’t that kind of dangerous.” Andre snorted but still retreated, realizing he may have said something he
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