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Gella was almost giddy with how well it all played out.
Sure enough, the skinny, pompous elves sauntered right into Gella's office and tried to negotiate a price increase for the fourth shipment in a row. Absolute bloodsucking bastards, the lot of them. If it wouldn't cause him such a headache in the future he'd have had them all skinned and hung up outside by now. No, it wouldn't do. This time he had a new ace in the hole. A certain secret weapon he was chomping at the bit to put to use.
Oh, it hurt like hell to wear the sickeningly fake smile on his lips as they talked down to him like he was some fucking child. He couldn't wait to see the dumb look on their smug faces when they left the tavern to find their most precious cargo missing! They certainly couldn't blame him, not when he'd been in their presence the entire time. Gella agreed to a price hike, lying through his teeth as he so gratefully thanked them for their business, and bade them farewell.
Everything happened rather quickly after that.
The small cadre of leaders exited the Tavern, immediately followed by a cavalcade of confused conjecture and increasingly heated words over where the most important wagon had gone.
"It was just here!"
"Did the Emeralds steal it?!"
"No! I saw it! It just drove off!"
Gella leaned against the frame of the open tavern door, the picture of a cat who disemboweled a particularly fat canary on his face as he grinned at the backs of their stupid heads. "Well now, boys. Looks like you misplaced your product. I guess we won't be having a transaction today. A shame." It was all he could manage not to be too obvious in his involvement just by expression alone, but it was obvious that they all suspected him. They were outnumbered though, and picking a fight with the Emeralds in the snowy streets of Osteriam would be a losing battle.
Oh, that Leandra girl would be getting a bonus for this.
"Since you feel so badly for us..." The elf in the lead spat, gaze narrowing at the crime boss. "Maybe you'd do us a courtesy and help us search the town?" It was obvious that they expected him to refuse outright, which made it more shocking that Gella sauntered past them with a light shrug. "If it'll put your mind at ease and get you out of -my- city, then yes."
After several hours, and about a dozen wrong turns encouraged by Gella, the High Tide finally gave up for the evening, wheeling their remaining carts through the gates of Osteriam with sullen and angry expressions. Gella couldn't have been happier. Everything had gone without a hitch, and he had a wagon full of expensive spirits to show for it.
That, and a now-proven new toy at his disposal. Speaking of which, it was time to make a pickup. Leaving his men to watch the gates in the event their friends decided to come back and bug the lot of them even more, Gella wandered off into the alley that wound around the old tavern that hadn't been used in years, bringing his hands up to applaud the sight of a covered wagon and an admittedly bored looking woman waiting for him.
"I have to admit, you actually impressed me a little bit there. Nobody even saw you back there, or if they did they didn't realize it." Leaning on his hands, Gella idly bit at one of his fingers and closed his eyes for a moment, seeming to debate something within his own mind. "Mmm... Yeah, I think you and I will get along just fine, Marin."
Sure enough, the skinny, pompous elves sauntered right into Gella's office and tried to negotiate a price increase for the fourth shipment in a row. Absolute bloodsucking bastards, the lot of them. If it wouldn't cause him such a headache in the future he'd have had them all skinned and hung up outside by now. No, it wouldn't do. This time he had a new ace in the hole. A certain secret weapon he was chomping at the bit to put to use.
Oh, it hurt like hell to wear the sickeningly fake smile on his lips as they talked down to him like he was some fucking child. He couldn't wait to see the dumb look on their smug faces when they left the tavern to find their most precious cargo missing! They certainly couldn't blame him, not when he'd been in their presence the entire time. Gella agreed to a price hike, lying through his teeth as he so gratefully thanked them for their business, and bade them farewell.
Everything happened rather quickly after that.
The small cadre of leaders exited the Tavern, immediately followed by a cavalcade of confused conjecture and increasingly heated words over where the most important wagon had gone.
"It was just here!"
"Did the Emeralds steal it?!"
"No! I saw it! It just drove off!"
Gella leaned against the frame of the open tavern door, the picture of a cat who disemboweled a particularly fat canary on his face as he grinned at the backs of their stupid heads. "Well now, boys. Looks like you misplaced your product. I guess we won't be having a transaction today. A shame." It was all he could manage not to be too obvious in his involvement just by expression alone, but it was obvious that they all suspected him. They were outnumbered though, and picking a fight with the Emeralds in the snowy streets of Osteriam would be a losing battle.
Oh, that Leandra girl would be getting a bonus for this.
"Since you feel so badly for us..." The elf in the lead spat, gaze narrowing at the crime boss. "Maybe you'd do us a courtesy and help us search the town?" It was obvious that they expected him to refuse outright, which made it more shocking that Gella sauntered past them with a light shrug. "If it'll put your mind at ease and get you out of -my- city, then yes."
After several hours, and about a dozen wrong turns encouraged by Gella, the High Tide finally gave up for the evening, wheeling their remaining carts through the gates of Osteriam with sullen and angry expressions. Gella couldn't have been happier. Everything had gone without a hitch, and he had a wagon full of expensive spirits to show for it.
That, and a now-proven new toy at his disposal. Speaking of which, it was time to make a pickup. Leaving his men to watch the gates in the event their friends decided to come back and bug the lot of them even more, Gella wandered off into the alley that wound around the old tavern that hadn't been used in years, bringing his hands up to applaud the sight of a covered wagon and an admittedly bored looking woman waiting for him.
"I have to admit, you actually impressed me a little bit there. Nobody even saw you back there, or if they did they didn't realize it." Leaning on his hands, Gella idly bit at one of his fingers and closed his eyes for a moment, seeming to debate something within his own mind. "Mmm... Yeah, I think you and I will get along just fine, Marin."