His eyes snap to mine, nostrils flaring. “I’m Ace. Ace Elway.” He says this proudly, straightening the collar of his shirt as he continues, “I’m an Illusionist. Rare. That’s why I’m here.” His smile is as cold as his eyes. “And I’m going to need those twenty thousand shillings to finally get me out of these slums, so I’m sure I’ll be making quite the reputation for myself soon enough.”
