Though the place was beneath his status, Noctifer was a regular. It was a great place to have some carnal fun, to get drunk and pick up some eye-pleasing lowlife who would be in awe of his mere presence. An Arbitrator, a high-born scion of the shining city, deigning to pay attention to some lowly piece of gutter-trash? They would give him whatever he wanted. Out of fear, out of greed, or out of desire; it didn’t matter. They were all beneath him, and they knew it. His word was law, quite literally. They should count themselves lucky to have piqued the interest of someone as august as him! If they could just entertain him for a night, they would walk away richer than most of their peers… If they could still walk.