Scrounging for food was harry River's forte.
As a fortune teller, living meal to meal was common.
After all, those who believe might want to kill to silence you after the reading.
And those who don't believe wouldn't pay a dime.
Running for your life and scrounging for food were more critical in the fortune-telling business than the art itself.
Even though the banquet hadn't started, harry River had slipped in early, seated at a table in the corner, munching on snacks.
Grandmaster Caelum Danvers was very particular about reputation.
Even though the banquet hadn't begun, he had arranged for the hotel to provide plenty of snacks to keep guests entertained during the long wait.
Harry River was ravenous.
When he sensed something amiss and looked up.
His eyes met Julius Reed's.
Gulp.
Harry River choked.
He grabbed a bottle of drink, hurriedly twisting it open.
Perhaps too nervous, he ended up spilling the drink all over.
