Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26104528-20150928195402/@comment-26130256-20151106080107

(Life.  It happens.)

In the dim light, Azulius turned to double-check the corner of the building, making sure it had the six black bricks that was a hidden symbol of the De La Croix. Also, it gave him some cover against the blush that was starting to form. Based on that recording, Honara already knew he had a crush on her, and she chose shaking her hips like that to serve as a greeting? When Fritz said she was a tease like Violet, the magician had hoped he was exaggerating. Never mind that she already had that beautiful long hair and the curves and the way those glasses shone in the light and... Okay, work now, fantasize later, he finally snapped out of it.

"Yeah, it's better that we talk inside," Azulius shook his head, clearing out the last of the daydreams. "But before we get in, I need to explain some things.  The De La Croix are an old school family, but instead of a regular turf, they run the entire Vale black market.  If it's being fenced, sold, moved, or smuggled, they know about it.  They don't work with anyone who isn't already introduced to them by someone they trust, in this case me.  So for this first time, follow my lead.  Also, Niccolo isn't well known for his sense of humor, so for the love of Dust, do not disrespect him, or I'll have to explain to the others why I pulled your corpse out of the harbor.  Haggling is okay, inspecting the goods is okay, but no disrespect.   Now, let's go make friends."

The man at the desk of the wine cellar was built like a lighthouse, but his features were soft, and his eyes showed intelligence. He was reading one of those thick Dostoyevski books that doubled as a club in emergencies. He looked up at the blue-suited man, a practiced smile on his face.

"Welcome to the Dragon's Flagon, sir," he began. "How may I assist you?"

"I wish to see your private reserve," Azzie replied, his demeanor changed to a warm yet professional mafioso.

"You have discerning tastes, then," the man continued the passphrase-conversation. "Are you purchasing for yourself, or are you here on the behest of another?"

"Don Ochre sends his regards," the mobster replied, placing his family medallion on the counter. "I wish to speak with Monsieur Niccolo about a matter or two." The fence examined the medallion closely, nodded, and showed the team to a small, well-lit room with a table and some chairs.

"Monsieur Niccolo may need a minute to arrive.  Please make yourselves comfortable while you wait." Azulius didn't relax until the De La Croix employee had left.

"All right, guys.  Any last questions, I may have a minute to answer them, so make it quick."