Rafe Adler

Rafe was stressed, as usual, but this time it was much worse. He bit his tongue, growing increasingly irritated as another of the unfriendly guests spoke to him. Who did they think they were? They were talking to the damned Rafe Adler. He ignored them without even trying to hide it; he wasn't interested in striking up a conversation with them. He hadn't come to make friends. He needed the St. Dismas Cross, and then he could go home and continue his investigation. He had to get to the lost treasure first. This auction couldn't start any sooner; his impatience was killing him. He moved to the bar to order the strongest liquor they offered when he saw an auction house employee, dressed as a waiter and trying to blend in. He didn't want some random guy to ruin his plans, so he started paying closer attention to that person while sitting at the bar, blatantly staring at his appearance. "Aren't you a cute little thing?" he murmured to himself before taking a few sips of his whiskey.