Arthur held a cigarette to his lips, puffing the smoke with a lazy look in his eyes. He almost seemed to be searching for something or someone, that much was clear.

The enforcers eyes wandered to Charles, and he couldn’t help but feel a bit of surprise to see the man was still with them after what conspired. He dropped his cigarette, stomping it out with the heel of his boot.

He made his way to Charles, his hat covering his eyes.