Eyes of iceberg blue stared above the rim of the smoking glass. The raven black strands of his beyond shoulder length hair hung healthy and straight beside his stubbled, well chiselled jaw. His predatory gaze examined the object before him with a keen intensity. "Has it worked?" he enquired in a handsome tone. That voice ofwhich held enough depth and intination for him to carve a career as an actor with relative ease, if he had so desired.

Thick silence pervaded the reply to his words as his lips curled into a savage wry grin he was well known for. "It's worked hasn't it." he enquired for a second time. Arising from a crouch at the tables edge he would stand at a capable height of six foot and three inches. His body was clearly trim and packed with enough muscle to please the eyes. The black cladding of his leather attire he often wears enhancing his physique in a way that suggests he has forged a lucrative career as a fine rogue or blade for hire.

Finally a voice replied in a reserved but fairly pleased manner. "It would seem it has Mr. Blackglass, the spell is complete."

A sudden land of pouched gold upon the nearby table replied to that revelation. A purr of satisfaction rolling upwards through him as he reached a duo of black gloved digits into the glass and retrieved a pinch of dust to be rubbed between his thumb and fingertips. "None shall know who I was, correct?" he asked with an open of his eyes towards the other.

"Correct Carlos. Only the gods will remember you by your true bloodline. What would have been is now just an 'if only' dream in the minds of the still loyal."

The door yielded to his hand as he exited into the daylight with a smile. Turning on his heels, he stood there in the ambience of the archway looking back. His silhouette lingering there for few moments as the birds outside in the street gleefully chirped away. "Thankyou." he said in a warm tone. "I won't forget this Elminster." he said lastly before bringing the door to a resolute close behind him.

It was time to enjoy life.