Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25119920-20150417182333/@comment-26130256-20150418053756

"Good idea.  I'll get my people on it too," he replied, drawing his scroll. He hated calling his older sister at this time of night, or at all, but he needed answers, and Violet had her finger on the pulse of Vale's criminal underworld like few others.

Violet Cardamom had a nearly superhuman business sense, and could spot money-making opportunites from miles away. It was for this skill that, at the tender age of twenty-five, she was the head of the Cardamom family "branch office" in Vale, responsible for all family interests in the kingdom. It was a stressful job, and she valued her beauty sleep, making Azzie's call even less welcome.

"Who knocks at the garden's gate?" she asked, concealing murderous rage in her voice.

"One who would converse with the gardener, and contemplate the seasons," replied Azulius, completing the code phrase that proved it was him and that he needed information.

"Zulie!  This had better be important.  I mean, people are dead important."

Grimacing at her nickname for him, Azzie got down to business. "No, sis, but almost.  Some goon squad tried to jump my friend and me.  We shut 'em down, but I don't recognize their marks.  Figured you'd know something, so I sent you a picture."

"Fine.  I'll burn some midnight oil and dig around.  But you owe me, little brother.  Coffee.  Nevermore's Ink.  The good stuff," Violet relented, her voice cold and even.

"Of course," he replied sarcastically. "I shall walk to Mistral and harvest it myself."

"Uggh," Violet moaned as she hung up. Azulius couldn't see it, but he would bet his last Lien she was rolling her eyes right now. Finished with family matters, he offerred his arm to Iris, who was giving him a slightly confused stare.

"You can't pick family, am I right?  Let's get out of here."