The venue where the gathering occurred changed each week. The last time they had conveyed in a high-end saloon, whereas this time it was held at a restaurant called Olive's Branch.
Damian was pleased to notice the plush seating in soft leather and tastefully setup table. Overall the entire interior exuded a sense of luxury and refinement.
Dion, the maitre d, noticing them enter, approached and greeted them. "Good evening Sol, good evening Damon. Nice to see you both once again. Please show me your stamps."
They both extended their left hands, with the palms turned down. Dion brushed their hands briefly while muttering an incantation. A gem, embedded in one of his rings, started to glow dimly. Only when the light remained white for more than a few seconds did Dion retract his arm.
