The man known only to a few as Byrd sat on a sidewalk table outside a local cafe. He rested in the shade of the umbrella, sipping on his black coffee and reading a newspaper. He was a rather handsome man, not strikingly so, but handsome enough to catch some attention from the ladies. He had medium length hair, swept back to the right. His beard was neatly trimmed and a dark brown, almost black, much like his hair. He was wearing a grey three piece suit, one that seemed to be fairly extensive as it had a fitted look about it. 

Byrd was, by all accounts, a professional man. He enjoyed his work, and he did it well. His down times were few and far between, but he made sure to take them when he could. He might have liked his work, but he knew that even the strongest of minds needed to rest. So that is what he was doing, resting. He read his paper intently, occasionally looking up at passerby's. The papers were just starting to pick up on all the recent mayhem, but they were always a step behind and usually wrong about mafia affairs.

The three seats around his table were open, and Byrd liked it that way. He appreciated and welcomed random encounters and conversations. 

Uther just happened to approach Byrd while he was busy reading the paper. He just happened to be around while he was taking a walk pondering on business that he handled earlier, he walked up to the man with a firm stance and proper posture; his bodyguards stood watch as they already knew he was going to engage in a conversation and switched to a stance that can ensure my safety, at least for now. His protection detail was rather small; rather than the large detail some mafioso begin bringing around in such a haste.

"You holding the seats for someone?"

Byrd lowered his paper and looked up at the man standing before him.

"Not at all, please sit. I would enjoy the company."

He folded the paper up neatly and set it down on the table next to his cup of coffee.

"Its a great day for a stroll, isn't it?

Uther took a seat while he stared at the man with a nod.

"It is. You got a good day out, sun is bright as a diamond. Casual wind blowing in your face and the scenery as well tops it all off; I normally just go on some quick strolls while I can to relieve pressure from business, which is what I'm doing now. I just got out of making a deal and it was pretty intensified. You can just smell the tension around."

Uther looked over to the people having conversation, relaxing in the seat.

"What about you? What brings you out here?"

Byrd nodded as the man spoke. "Pretty much the same reason. It's always good to get out and set back for a few moments. My name is Edwin Byrd, but most people refer to me simply as Byrd."

Uther nodded calmly.

"I am Uther Lightbringer. But you can just call me Uther. But uhm, did you handle any business earlier or do you have something planned for later?"

Bird took a sip of his coffee.

"It's a pleasure to meet your acquaintance, Uther. My business is wrapped up for the moment, a rare occasion. Why do you ask?" Byrd lifted a brow, curious as to the reason for Uther's inquiry.