[/img]"http://i.imgur.com/fUK7FgG.png" style="avatar" style="max-width:25%;float:right;margin:0 0 18px 18px;]What was it the other thieves called him? Oh, right. A lackey.
"Probably." There wasn't a doubt in Nymeros' mind that someone had done them a disservice by double crossing their organization. It would be a merciful act to deal with them himself, as he expected Quincy would be less forgiving when they pleaded for a quick death. Nymeros, however, could only take so much carnage at any given time. There was a limit to the atrocities one could stomach, even after many years of practice. The most hardhearted of the crew would do this job to take part in ruthlessness, sadism, and disturbed perversion, but the square shouldered slav didn't pretend he was without feelings. Much of what he saw, and lived through frequently, came back in his nightmares. That may have been partially to blame for those haunted hues that seemed to stare through others, including Quincy. "I will take care of it though. This isn't the end of our operations. Not by a long shot."
Brushing off his forearm in anticipation for the way she expected him to lead them downstairs, his figure towered over Quincy's when he was close. once he had hitched his forearm through hers, the two moved in unison towards the spill of well lit, but disgustingly kept, mess hall. The collections of human remains were no more than bones, but in some cases, they added up to entire people. In a few of the chairs, skeletons had been propped up like festive decorations, their arms and legs positioned comically. Nymeros was still wearing a dashing smile when they took a table for their party, and he snapped repeated to get them service.
There was, as per usual, chicken on the spit. So, they received a rather plump hen plucked and dressed for their meal. It tasted dry, was burnt on one side, and still had it's gizzards stuffed inside (as they spilled out after a few slices with the carving knife). Still, this was probably some of the better meat their cook had served, and Nymeros' grin broadened as he ate. "Just like home!" He said, licking his fingers when he was finished to suck the juice off the digits. "But back to our concerns..." The massive male tilted his seat back and propped his boots on the edge of the table, rubbing his stomach slowly while reclined.
"So, there is another route we can feed carriers through. Runners don't need very much room, but they need privacy, yes? Well the roads here are much slimmer, but they with be practically alone. The guard doesn't bother with that side of the city because no one with money would be caught dead there." While he sounded confident in his plan, Nymeros still wondered just who he would be needing to find when it came to their problem currently. Who sold them out? Was this something he could quickly remedy, or was there more at stake? A few man had more to think on than a hungry one. one massive palm raised to snap again, signaling they needed more drinks for their table.
"Would I be wrong to assume you want to see the new route? I plan to go and look it over tonight."
"Probably." There wasn't a doubt in Nymeros' mind that someone had done them a disservice by double crossing their organization. It would be a merciful act to deal with them himself, as he expected Quincy would be less forgiving when they pleaded for a quick death. Nymeros, however, could only take so much carnage at any given time. There was a limit to the atrocities one could stomach, even after many years of practice. The most hardhearted of the crew would do this job to take part in ruthlessness, sadism, and disturbed perversion, but the square shouldered slav didn't pretend he was without feelings. Much of what he saw, and lived through frequently, came back in his nightmares. That may have been partially to blame for those haunted hues that seemed to stare through others, including Quincy. "I will take care of it though. This isn't the end of our operations. Not by a long shot."
Brushing off his forearm in anticipation for the way she expected him to lead them downstairs, his figure towered over Quincy's when he was close. once he had hitched his forearm through hers, the two moved in unison towards the spill of well lit, but disgustingly kept, mess hall. The collections of human remains were no more than bones, but in some cases, they added up to entire people. In a few of the chairs, skeletons had been propped up like festive decorations, their arms and legs positioned comically. Nymeros was still wearing a dashing smile when they took a table for their party, and he snapped repeated to get them service.
There was, as per usual, chicken on the spit. So, they received a rather plump hen plucked and dressed for their meal. It tasted dry, was burnt on one side, and still had it's gizzards stuffed inside (as they spilled out after a few slices with the carving knife). Still, this was probably some of the better meat their cook had served, and Nymeros' grin broadened as he ate. "Just like home!" He said, licking his fingers when he was finished to suck the juice off the digits. "But back to our concerns..." The massive male tilted his seat back and propped his boots on the edge of the table, rubbing his stomach slowly while reclined.
"So, there is another route we can feed carriers through. Runners don't need very much room, but they need privacy, yes? Well the roads here are much slimmer, but they with be practically alone. The guard doesn't bother with that side of the city because no one with money would be caught dead there." While he sounded confident in his plan, Nymeros still wondered just who he would be needing to find when it came to their problem currently. Who sold them out? Was this something he could quickly remedy, or was there more at stake? A few man had more to think on than a hungry one. one massive palm raised to snap again, signaling they needed more drinks for their table.
"Would I be wrong to assume you want to see the new route? I plan to go and look it over tonight."
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