>>6318873Before you can second-guess yourself, your shoulders are clasped by a pair of similarly-familiar Mzz’goe’virr gals–one of which has a few less eyes than usual, the other’s claw missing a finger or three!
“You remember Biita and Viitzi, don’tcha’, lad?” The Cartel Capo leers as you feel the floozies’ claws dig deeper into your shoulders! “They remember <span class="mu-i">you</span>!”
Y-yea, you nod, you left an impression, huh? Rolo laughs.
“So,” Muses the cyan-eyed Durher sitting next to the Molegg, “This is the firebug that torched your little playpen, hm?” She cocks her head to the side as a bemused smile forms on her face. “His pals know their way around an ambush, but he’s not much to look at, is he?”
Ambush? Was she one of the Spicys on Smith Street Morook told you about?
“Yeah, well… you of all folks oughta’ know about judgin’ by appearances, <span class="mu-b">SIXFACE.</span>” Rolo grumbles with a glare. “Cheeky runt’s fulla’ surprises, as you can see…” Turning his attention back to Lutza and her entourage, the Spicy places something in his mouth and lights it with a flick of magic! “The Hell’s he doin’ here anyways?”
“As my client stated earlier,” Joplin answers in a measured tone, “Mr. Peas offered his services to us on the trip up to Umberal.” His hawkish gaze narrows. “A trek that, had he not intervened, would have been my client’s <span class="mu-i">last</span>.”
The Cartel Capos exchange a furtive glance. “It’s these godsdamned constructs is what it is…” Rolo grumbles, a dull groan leaving the sofa as he leans back into it! “Umberal just ain’t what it used ta’ be, ey, Six?”
The Durher next to him crosses her arms. “That’s the risk you take when you forego our security details in favor of your own.” Her sea-green eyes shift over your way. “But Mister Peas here just <span class="mu-i">happened</span> to come along… wish <span class="mu-i">my</span> dates had timing like that…”
“My client and Mr. Peas’ involvement is limited to business only,” Joplin retorts, earning a thankful smile from Lutza, “Which is why we invited him here in the first place.” The Gnok’s eyes dance over to you once more. “Please sit, Mr. Peas–as for this business, well, it seems it’ll have to wait for another day-”
“What’s the rush? More the merrier, I say!” Rolo interjects as he waves his gals–and you, by extension–over! “Say yer’ piece, lad–we’re all friends here…”
“This is about the concert, is it not?” Joplin asks, earning a triumphant laugh from Rolo!
“A <span class="mu-i">CONCERT!</span> What a swell idea!” The mammoth Molegg gives the Durher at his side a nudge! “Ain’t that what we came ‘ere ta’ talk about, Six?”
“We did…” The Durher nods! “It’s not every day my dear friend Rolo comes this far North…” She shoots him a cheeky glance. “Must be quite the screw-up for the boss to summon him like this-”
>CONTD. 