Sullivan slowly sipped his glass of white wine and smiled noncommittally at the balding, shrewd-eyed man who toasted him. He had been summoned to the Underground's headquarters to officially accept his title of commander. When he arrived, he found a small banquet already underway. Apparently, not only had they held a ceremony welcoming the Narok family as central members without informing him, but they also couldn't be bothered to wait for his arrival before starting.
"Ha ha ha ha!" a big bearded man bellowed. He raised the wine glass, which appeared dwarfed between his thick fingers, and thumped Sullivan on the shoulder with his free hand. "It was about time you rose up the ranks. Your family has been more than deserving."