Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26130256-20150806184438/@comment-26130256-20150924061108

"You go to the capital of Vacuo, obviously," Trigo explained, writing an address on a scrap of paper and placing it in Billy's shirt pocket. "Then you go to that address, it's a brick red office building with a sort of Art Deco feel.  Sign says 'Cardamom Investments and Securities'.  You ask the receptionist for me, and if she asks about who you are, tell her to tell me it's the Jack-o-Lantern man.  But don't come during the next week, if you can avoid it.  I have business in the Sahale that I must attend to." The enforcer's scroll rang, and he checked the message.

"Speaking of business, apparently Uriel is still alive and fighting.  I need to go and fix one of those things.  And if you take me up on my offer, bring those lovely guns of yours.  I could use a proper rematch."

Having said his piece, the Cardamom boss tipped his fedora, bowed deeply, and sprinted back in the direction of the warehouse, hoping he wasn't too late.