Once Draco and his little group passed through the various doors and hallways that lead down into the [i]real[/i] reason anyone went to the Gentlemen's Boutique of Intriguing Antiques in the first place, the young noble couldn't help but feel like a great weight had been removed from his shoulders. Of course he wasn't fool enough to [i]actually[/i] let his hair down because the people that flocked to chaos worship were the sort that would attempt to strangle you with with it, but there was a sense of freedom that came with discarding the mask of being a loyal worshiper of the corpse emperor. 

As he and his guards passed through the final threshold, Draco turned to speak to his guest... only to find her missing. Glancing around for a moment, Draco clicked his tongue because deciding that his 'guest' had decided to go hunting for her target now that she was here on her own. It wasn't ideal, but by all rights he had accomplished his end of the bargain... if she held up hers remained to be seen however, but that was something to worry about another time. Finding himself with some free time to himself, Draco and his escort made their way over to the bar while glancing around to see if anyone stood out.

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