Jace saw the mundane man approach him. He studied the gray suit with stuck up arrogance. Sipped his coffee and then nodded. “What ever gave you the idea that I’m Jace?” He said in a sarcastic tone, with a slight British accent. “Yes, I’m Jace Wayland. So you are the one from New York? What is it that you do...or rather used to do before you came here?”