"I can have one of my own bring it up. Don't you worry your pretty little head there." Faolin said as he drank. He yelled at one of the guards who sat down. "DAMIEN! SEARCH FOR THE DAMNED ARTICLE!" He yelled at him. The man was immediately on his phone and searching for hit. Faolin looked down at his knuckles and saw they were still bloody. "Ah, shit." He cursed. "Do you mind taking care of this, little bird?" He asked her as he handed her a white cloth that was stained in red. He held out his knuckle in his other hand as he grinned at her.