The silver coins slowly slid across the calloused skin of his right hand. One by one they hit the oak table, clinking and jingling as they fell. Finally, the last coin settled into place. The room was tense and silent now.
“Slainte!” shouted the coin dropping man in the black cloak to the gathered conspirators, as he got up.
The chair fell to the ground in his wake but he didn’t care. He swiftly exited the dimly lit backroom without looking back. He wasn’t taking their dirty money. Betrayal of the natured the others suggested disgusted even him.
“Slainte!” shouted the coin dropping man in the black cloak to the gathered conspirators, as he got up.
The chair fell to the ground in his wake but he didn’t care. He swiftly exited the dimly lit backroom without looking back. He wasn’t taking their dirty money. Betrayal of the natured the others suggested disgusted even him.
