Diamonds and Ashes

[Corile]

Nathan looked at the man who had just approached him.

"Oh my, " he said with a pretended sense of surprise in his voice. "Andrew Mort himself."

He chuckled and continued. "It is a pleasure to finally meet you in person. And as for causing trouble... It gets boring, after a while you need a break."

Temporarily shifting his attention to the glass, he poured himself a bit of whisky and took out a small, ziplock bag filled with orange powder. He shook a few drops into the drink and stirred it.

"Some freaks on Malta like to drink this with spirit. They call it Firestalker. I don't have the stomach for it, but even with scotch, it kicks like a horse," Nathan looked through the liquid and after a deep breath he chugged the entire glass.

"Aaaah, like it was made from live scorpions," he turned towards Mort and offered him a bottle. "Want some, too?"

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