Ram twiddled his fingers as he waited. He’d gone where Circe had directed and dropped her name as someone who would cover him. Then they’d disappeared into another room. Maybe to check in with the Queen. Or work? He wasn’t sure, and breaking down the door to find out wasn’t an option. And putting his ear to the door seemed a bit childish. So, hadn’t eventually fallen against a wall and slid down to his haunches, hands in front with fingers knit together and thumbs spinning around each other.

This felt so cloak and dagger. He hated it. It was so out of his normal operating, he felt sure he was going to mess it up. Even now he worried about his answer when they asked what he wanted his new identity to be. He’d given them a name, but now he wondered if they were asking for his age and gender. Maybe nationality? Or had they wanted to offer options for him to pick and he’d just increased the cost of this whole thing by giving a specific name? Circe had offered to pay but the chance of accidentally increasing that cost worried the Render. He always ruined things. That’s why he tried to stick with breaking shit that he or other people wanted broken. Playing at underworld buyer didn’t allow for many mistakes to mess things up.

Anxiously he looked towards the door again as the handle turned. He hastily stood, using his hands to brace against the wall to get up quickly. His fingernails left indentions in the stone.

“Andrew S. … Sarcacious,” he little man said handing a folder to Ram before closing the door again.

Carefully… gently… Ram opened the manilla folder and pulled a library card with “his” name and smiled.