[Funkduder]

"Perhaps I should have knocked, but in times of duress, an open door becomes an ample opportunity, don't you think?" Michael said, breaking the silence. Perhaps the man at the table was a hallucination to calm him down. No matter, he knew he'd been had, as he grinned as he slowly raised his hands to his head. Brave, not stupid, he thought. "I don't suppose that we can parley as two artificers within our own ground of work, can we?" The other man's coat was frayed at the end, telling Michael that he either was a field man or that he works hard enough to lose necessary time to maintain a nice coat. His genuine smile could tell even the most mundane that a man with a frayed artificer coat was a trustworthy man.