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Punishing the Green-Faces with arson or vandalizing the place seems counter intuitive. After all, the blondes don't like them for hoarding wealth. So it makes the most sense to take that wealth.
<span class="mu-b">”We should steal it.”</span>
With that, Brun nods and directs his men. Within moments, you've broken through the meager locks and have entered inside. Just as you suspected; the Green-Faces stored much of the value of this business right here on the property. Looks like their distrust of everyone else paid off- not stored in a bank.
<span class="mu-r">”What's that note, Akule?”</span>
<span class="mu-b">”It says... Uncle, Father... with phone numbers next to them. One of their clients probably stopped answering their phone and they want to call their family members to try and harass them until they can collect.”</span>
<span class="mu-r">”That's horrible! Surely such a thing doesn't happen in Centralia.”</span>
<span class="mu-b">”Well, banks don't do that there, but mostly because you can't block their numbers...”</span>
In the back of the office is a few large vaults and locked doors with large amounts of wealth- mostly paper money, but also some gold, jewelry, and other valuables.
“This will fuel the Jihad...”
<span class="mu-r">”No- we should give it away to someone who needs it more. Charity.”</span>
<span class="mu-b">”Brun, you all came all this way out here...”</span>
<span class="mu-r">”So? In that case- take enough to pay for gas and drinks for all of us, then we donate the rest. A small bad deed among a good. The Gods would smile.”</span>
“Yes! Brun is wise- you truly are the Son of the Chief.”
That settles that. Soon enough, the goods are given away freely- no strings attached- to the orphans and displaced children from the occupation in Northland. Scarcely few blondes among them, but the terrorists you are bunking with seem not to mind that very much at all.
