At the edge of the old port, Leonard stood before a weathered shop, its paint peeling and windows dim. Inside, Golden Tooth; an imposing man with a glinting smile; stared at the uninvited guest, his face twisting into a stiff, nervous grin.
"Well, well. Look who's come calling," Leonard said, his tone light but unmistakably dangerous. "You don't look happy to see me."
Golden Tooth's smile wavered, more pained than friendly. "Of course I'm happy to see you, Leonard. Why wouldn't I be?"
Leonard stepped forward, his shadow stretching across the dusty floor. "Good. Then let's talk."
"I need to borrow your basement again. It proved quite... 'useful' last time," Leonard said calmly, his voice smooth as silk but carrying a subtle weight that made it impossible to refuse.