Sully would feel the ground tremor, no that wasn't correct it was like the air itself vibrated for a moment. Then there was darkness. An all encompassing darkness that instantly consumed everything around. Nothing was visible, not the door, the walls, the stock, not even Sully's own hands. That's when he'd see the face of man from behind the counter. His bright white teeth and big smile. It didn't come across quite as friendly this time though.<br/><br/><div align="center">(http://i1251.photobucket.com/albums/hh549/Holodancer/H3r0/ShadowMan_zps0e7111e9.jpg)</div><br/>"Les Hommes de Rue (The Street Men), welcome you. Now place 'ur Euro's down and leave while 'u still can, eh." The disembodied face laughed.<br/><br/>It had been a bold move to expose himself so openly to a stranger. Why would he do such a thing? Arcanists were not supposed to do that. Maybe this man didn't know of the Council of Venice, or maybe he just didn't care. Possibly he knew everything and did exactly what he wanted to and maybe Sully was being used as some sort of example. There was just too many variables here. Regardless of the reasoning the man had said 'The Street Men' and not specifically himself, so that meant there were others.