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A member of the council? Kress fucking Ainous in the-. Syl cut the curse off in his head as Lyle so casually revealed where Arthur was holed up. As if there wasn't already enough goddamn complications with this whole case. Now the little bugger was hiding in the one place the Cartel couldn't...

Those were words that many Gendarme had heard at the beginning of their descent. They rang familiar to Syl, depressingly so. The Elf frowned for a moment as Syretia offered her objection, stopping himself from cringing by sheer force of will. She had absolutely no idea who they were dealing...

Syl stared at the man. He knew Lyle. He knew his reputation. The bastard of a hulk was no one you wanted to meet in a dark alleyway. His reputation ran almost as deeply as some of the Underbosses. The Elf let his fingers tightened, and almost instinctively he stood just a little bit taller...

Truer words had never been spoken. "No can do, friend." He glanced over towards Syretia. Syl had to keep reminding himself that even the most plain of his protege's would have surprises tucked into their sleeves. He would not in a million years have guessed that Syretia would have a connection...

"Things always get messy." Syl said quietly. He frowned for a brief moment, as if he were thinking of something. Then he quietly added something else. "Least since..." Teeth came down on his tongue. No, no need for that now. His head shook from side to side as he glanced towards the entrance...

Syl was reasoning through the same questions that Syretia asked out loud. He glanced at her, a flicker of something crossing his features. Perhaps pleased that she would even ask such a thing. He had trained so many people of the years, and more than half had turned out to be utter fools. They...

Syl didn’t say anything as the man begged and jumped to his own conclusions. A frown pulled over his lips for a brief moment. Why the fuck would the Cartel care about the man’s death? Just what the hell had they stumbled upon. There had to be more to this. ”That the truth, Uvo?” He didn’t...

"Never even knew to look for one." Uvogin may have been a fool, but he wasn't a complete idiot. He glanced between the two Gendarme, his eyes weary. Even the drunken lout understood what was going on, and more than that knew that he was outclassed. On a good day Uvogin might have been able to...

Syl stared down at the man. He'd never much liked dealing with scum like Uvo. There was a necessity to it of course, but well the interactions always put a bad taste in his mouth. The man was a class of criminal that even the truly corrupt cops tended to avoid. For more reason than one. Lest...

Syl couldn't help but chuckle. "More often than I'd like." The Hostel was a grimy, disgusting place. It was almost directly opposite everything that he had grown up surrounded by. Back in the Falwood things had been clean, perfect, precise. Much of Elbion wasn't, and places like this certainly...

Syl frowned for a moment, well aware of the 'line' that had been drawn by the Cartel. It was something he had played across more than once. Like anything else in this business, that rule was a flexible one...as long as you knew the right ways to push and pull. "No." The Elf said with a shrug...

Syl considered the question for a moment. Like her, he assumed he wouldn't be leading them anywhere of value to tonight, but that wasn't really what he was interested in. A moment passed as he ran a hand slowly over his beard. "Hope you don't have anyone waiting for you at home." Syl began, his...

"Mm." The Elf grunted, nodding his head in acknowledgement. He was glad that she was at least from the city. The ones who came from out of town tended to die a lot faster. Mostly because they had their own impressions of what Elbion should be. They thought of the whole town as the College. In...

Syl scoffed as Syretia said that they would have to watch themselves. It was funny, how little they actually knew when they first came into the job. He had gone through the process a few times now, but it seemed that each time there were certain things that just tended to repeat themselves...

The Pony wasn't a blame that any Gendarme would walk into willingly, at least not with their signets on show. One was about as liable to get stabbed as they were to get the answers they were looking for. A frown pulled at his lips for a brief moment as he considered their options. Walking into...