He ate sloppily, wiping bits of food from his bearded face with the sleeve of his cloak. A smile of pure pleasure crossed his face, his eyes shining with delight. It was hard to say if it was the food, the company, or some devious work of his imagination that caused the glow.  He continued a hushed conversation with Lucius, occasional failing to contain laughter. Victor’s eyes were constantly scanning the bar, but seemed to spend more time on the barmaid, the stranger with the odd glasses, and the swordsman and his whore.<br/><br/>When Victor thought the barmaid wasn’t looking, he tossed a biscuit into the fire, followed by a spit of wine. The resulting flare was minimal and hopefully unrecognizable. He winked at the girl who appeared to be the swordsman’s whore, or slave, as she kept glancing his way.  As he did so, the candle she had moved was suddenly snuffed out.