Puck saw the steam carriage pull up to the bar. He was pretty sure this was the car Mab had been asking about but he waited till Riley the Righty came out of the car. He was the muscle for the man that Mab was intending to meet with.<br/><br/>Back at the table Fredrick held up his hand. "Ladies don't worry. No money is required. Money means little to this guy, he has tons of it. We just have to do a little job for him after we refuel in France..." his voice trailed off as he saw Puck waving his arms in the air like some crazy pixie. He continued but his tone was rushed. "Listen please just hear this guy out...and if we don't want to do it thats fine. Just be polite about it and try not to stare."<br/><br/>Riley the Righty stepped in the bar, he was an ex boxer and he looked the part. He glanced around the bar to make sure everything was ok. He nodded and held the door open. A red headed mean in a long trench coat walked into the room. The smell of oil followed this man as did the sounds of hydrolics. With each step one could hear the sounds of shifting metal. What one could see of him he looked fairly normal. He had a pudgy face and a beard that was well taken care of. His name was Toontz McAvery but he was known by other names behind his back. He was a very powerful mobster, one of a few men who were currently dividing up what was left of the city. He walked over to Mabs table slowly but with purpose. The metal sounds and the smell of oil continued.