Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-13488655-20160426221910/@comment-26130256-20160717062705

Trigo scowled at the story. Viscarias Satyr was one of the men that Trigo could have killed and never felt any guilt about. The only reason that anybody had suffered the man to live so long was that he had powerful friends in the White Fang. Given current events in the criminal underworld, neither the Cardamoms nor the White Fang had enough resources to wipe out the other without weakening themselves enough to become vulnerable. And the family had seen enough gangs come and go to know better.

"That's somewhat of a relief," Trigo admitted, taking a deep drink from his flask. "I was worried you were after someone I liked.  If you honestly want to kill Satyr, my only response would be to donate some money towards ammunition.  But if I may be so bold, why did you bother calling me?  If the Nine Dragons of Vale have the resources they think they have, you should be able to mount an extraction/assasination and be out of the kingdom before anybody was the wiser."