The fact Dorian had money is why the mild-mannered shopkeep said nothing. She just watched him go into the back with his company, and the back was far more bustling than the outside was. The walls were thick, the door strong and matched the paneling behind it, and it was pretty much an open secret. Most places were.

The goons glanced over at Dorian, but seemed to decide that he wasn't a threat. Rhade looked over as he started to pull a cigarette out of his cigarette case and then just... changed his mind, putting it back in his pocket as he raised a brow. Something seemed to be on his mind.