Inside a circular lounge, Andrew finally met the bar's boss, Jack Moss. He was a fat, middle-aged man with a bald head, beady eyes, and no beard. Every one of his thick fingers glittered with a ring: gold bands, stones, skull carvings, and more.

The tacky display screamed of excess, so much so that Andrew nearly laughed at the sight.

The two guards whispered quickly in Jack's ear, and he shoved away the woman draped across his lap and studied Andrew with sharp eyes.

"So, you're Mr. Andre