Belial pulled out a black leather wallet that hadn't been in his pocket before and slid out an identity card. "I'm not in the habit of carrying passports about." The card gave his name as Belial Sheol, of Hebrew parentage.

Atlan was obviously more than he seemed, though, and such documents could easily be faked. Belial smiled, though, raising his glass in return. "To identities." Fragile things.