One bag of pearls dropped off. Gabriel is on his way out to see if he can gather more when the sound of a pen dragging over paper catches his attention. The sound is coming from a man seated with his back to a corner--it's a good tactical position, no one can sneak up on him, Gabriel has used it himself in the past--

He shakes his head. He's not thinking about that past anymore. He's not that man anymore.

But someone working furiously is a remarkable change from everything else going on in here. Gabriel's idle curiosity makes him drift closer. He stands there a moment until he realizes the other man is so engrossed in what he's doing he doesn't realize Gabriel is standing there.

He clears his throat. "Hi. What are you working on?"