Big "Troll" Ant'ony Galletto's Mansion

[Lord Daskar]

Hey BT, I'd like to join up. Ever since that little pine marten beat my in them elections I got nothin' to do.

[The Skarzs]

First off, you call me "Boss" or "Big Ant'ony". Second, why would I want you? I'm rememberin' you havin' an affinity for a certain empire that y' control everything in. I don't want none o' that; my business ain't always completely legal.

[Lord Daskar]

I think you're thinkin' of an unfortunate relative of mine, Vilu. I'm Pilu. And how 'bout "Pop" as you're the head o' the family?

[Kitsune]

* Kitsune walks the halls for a while, then finally finds a good place: a quiet little library with a crackling fire.

* Kitsune curls up in a chair close to the hearth and suspends himself.

[Rosie Willowwater]

Hello? I've come in peace!

[The Skarzs]

You're that dame who 'as that mansion down the way, ain't ya? Well, whadya want? I'm a busy troll.

[Rosie Willowwater]

Um I wanted to know if you had any banana cannons? I ran out. (Don't ask me why I need one)

[Lady Ashenwyte]

'ello everybody i'm a harmless spice trader definitely not Lord Ashenwyte who rightfully took over a jealous troll's corrupt asylum and made it good again why would anybody think that

[Lord Daskar]

* Lord Daskar grabs Ashenwyte.

Boss! There's a nut down here claimin' to be a spice trader.

[LT Sandpaw]

Hey, Big boss Ant'ony. Me n' th' boys got a bone to pick wit' ya.

*Sandpaw and three other goons carrying machine guns and six shooters step up to the crime boss.*

Looks as if we haven't been getting our just do see. We work jus' 'as hard as any other o' our brothers n' sisters, an' we keep gettin' th' low end o' jus' 'bout everythin' this side o' th' stick see. Here I was havin' to tear down posters like a common street worker, them three too - I ain't havin' it, an' they ain't havin' it. We four wanna job boss, a job worthy o' our fine talents, an' we want compensation for it. Are ya pickin' up what I'm puttin' down boss?

[Lord Daskar]

* Lord Daskar lets go of Ashe.

* Lord Daskar points Thompson and Sand and his friends.

Don't talk to the Boss like that! Can I let 'em have it, Boss?

[The Skarzs]

*Grabs Thompson from Daskar and crushes it in one hand.* Oi! No stiffs in the mansion. It ain't civilized.
So, you thugs want a job, eh? From what I c'n see, you ain't been here long enough to earn some better pay. Alright, okay, I hear ya. You want a job? Fine. Go find a topic worth hijackin' and get some goods. You want the job so bad, you run the show. But hear me clear, here and now: If'n you get in some sort o' trouble because your plan gots messed up, I don't know you, and you don't know me.

'ello everybody i'm a harmless spice trader definitely not Lord Ashenwyte who rightfully took over a jealous troll's corrupt asylum and made it good again why would anybody think that

I may have a thick head, but that don't make me dull! Get outta here, you thieving rat, or else I'll have my family take you outta here and really spice things up.

Um I wanted to know if you had any banana cannons? I ran out. (Don't ask me why I need one)

*Rubs chin.* Banana cannons? No, no. What makes ya think I'd have somethin' like dat?
*Leans in close.* 'Ow'd you hear about those things? They're dangerous cargo, y'know. Weren't cheap gettin' 'em.

[Lady Ashenwyte]

If'n you get in some sort o' trouble because your plan gots messed up, I don't know you, and you don't know me.

Truly, a wonderful family. :')

*Stabs Daskar with a cheri dagger*

I'll be taking my leave now. Toodles!

*Leaves*

[Rosie Willowwater]

I'll pay ya 5,000,000,000,000 for one of them

[Faiyloe]

Torte, I'm back, what have you gotten yourself into while I've been gone?