"What a strange name..." Danitz muttered, his fingers absentmindedly rubbing the rim of his glass.
Lorne offered no explanation and took another sip of beer.
For a name made up on the spot, not sounding out of place was already good enough. A name was only a label, anyway.
What consequences could it possibly have...?
At noon the next day, after lunch, Lorne and Danitz went their separate ways for the time being.
Danitz went to deal with the bounties and loot, while Lorne took the 1,500 pounds advanced to him by the middleman and headed to the Beyonder gathering Danitz had recommended, hoping to buy a Sequence 7 potion formula.
As for whether Danitz might run off with the money, Lorne's stance was simple: if he wanted his embarrassing moments over the past two days, along with his crush on their captain, broadcast across the Five Seas, he was welcome to try.
Following the address Danitz had given him, Lorne arrived at a secluded house. Using Danitz's name, he gained entry to the gathering with unexpected ease.
Before long, Lorne, wearing a silver mask and a dark cloak, was led into a concealed sitting room.
A dozen or so people dressed much like him sat in the chairs around the room.
"It's about time. Let's begin." A booming voice broke the silence.
The gathering officially began, and murmurs rose from every corner of the room.
"I have some medicinal preparations for sale," said a man who sounded to be in his thirties.
Medicinal preparations? Beyonder concoctions? Lorne's attention was caught.
"I've brought two kinds." Seeing that he had drawn the attention of those around him, the man explained:
"The first effectively stops bleeding and makes wounds heal rapidly. Believe me, it's better than getting stitches at most clinics.