Ploutos followed the shade inside, taking one of the empty chairs. He sipped from the wine, glancing around the room. He hadn't been to see his uncle since arriving in the city, hopefully he hadn't turned up at an inconvenient time.
He stood and smiled when his uncle appeared, shaking his hand. "It's fine," he said. "I would have called-I should have called-I just didn't have a number. It's good to see you, too."