At the far end of the dimly lit pub, away from the loudmouths and drunkards sits a man quietly at his table. Without a word, his business associates seem to understand him without question.
He nods his head and suddenly you're roughly sat down by one of his accomplices. Two glasses of Zydrine Burn are placed on the table.
"So what was it you were looking for?" you hear one associate slyly say.