Ford walked into The Cinder his head held down. Still bothered by the mornings goings on. Still bothered by the fact that he missed but more so that The Syndicate was just around the corner, it always seem that they were just around the corner.

It was a slow morning but most mornings were slow. A fact that he always enjoyed, it made things easier. From doing business to whatever nefarious deals he had planned. It would be even more dreadful if anyone saw him doing something kind and or decent.

"Zeke, can a man get a drink. A Black Rat if you would be oh so kind." Ford said jovially. Doing his best to push the mornings events from his head.

"We're outta rum buddy." Zeke said rather plainly.

"Why is the rum gone?" Ford said with a smile and a chuckle. "Double of something strong Zeke." Ford put his hands together and bowed his head in a near pleading manner. His drink came and Zeke was gone.