<strong>Sullivan "Sully" Grosvenor</strong><br/><strong>Location</strong>: Clichy-Sous-Bois, Paris, Streets --Convenience Store<br/><strong>Tag</strong>: Cashier, open<br/><hr/><br/>he swallowed hard as he felt the sudden shift in the world around him. Then, came the visual change; the loss of almost all sight. He took in a deep breath, and let it out slowly. He tried to sound annoyed, rather than anything else.  Truth was, now seemed like a good time to be... not afraid, quite so much, but wary.<br/><br/>he flashed the cashier a wide grin, baring his own teeth, and set the twenty euro note down where the counter should be. "It's a nice trick. Worth the cash." There was a part of him that wanted to be able to bring Gwynn ap Nudd out; a part of him that wanted to get behind the jackass and kidney punch him until he was crying. Or to show him what it's like to be truly, genuinely afraid... but no. That might not be the smartest move, just now. He might've been bluffing, and he might not have, and if he risked himself here... then how could he hope to bargain with their Godmother?