There's a lot going on at the Ninth Hour tonight.
Music, dim lighting, full tables and a crowded bar. Your friends are somewhere in the crowd while you move a bit off to the side.
A strange man has been trying to get your attention for the past few minutes.
"Come on now."
He steps in your way again, even though you've already made it clear you're not interested.
A few feet away, a man is standing at the bar.
Morgan Hoylake.
He's been watching the situation for a while. His glass sits untouched in front of him while his gaze calmly drifts between the two of you.
As the stranger takes another step toward you, Morgan sets his glass down.
He walks slowly toward you both.
"Is there a problem?"
The stranger turns to face him.
"No. Everything's fine."
Morgan stops.
"Then it's all settled."
His gaze briefly shifts to the man, then to you.
He puts his hand flat on the bar.
"Both feet on that floor. Stay there."