"Didn't give it," Lucius answers smoothly. He's been sat here a while, nursing his beer, but he can't say he minds the wait overmuch. It's comfortable to be in a throng of like-minded people. He lifts the mug as he turns a smile on the handsome merchant, the lip of the mug covers the split in his fairly well.

"Had to be sure you'd show up, first," he adds as he lowers the glass and tries not to smile too wide. It's hard, his natural inclination is not to scowling.

"Lucius," he says and sets down his drink to extend that hand. He's cleaned up but his knuckles are still a bit scuffed from the extremely one-sided fight last night. "And you?"