John's brow arose in surprise. A Dragon, of all things, was entombed underneath the Four Seasons. When facing the most powerful creatures of any mythology, options were extremely limited. Sacramento had managed to succeed where Laramie had failed - surviving a coup.
He shook his head, then finally spoke. "May we be so fortunate to see a better tomorrow." Then, he nodded in silent agreement with the Onyx Queen. He would not speak a word of it, ever again.
"I'm currently doing some work with Circe's firearms gig. She's building up her business again. It's sort of an agreement because she lets me live there rent free." He shrugged. "I'll be happy to help a fellow Winter out. I can keep an eye out for you on busy nights. Thank you so much Sasha."