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[i]Collab between Kingfisher and[/i] [@Dismas] 

“You are, are ya?” The guard smirked, his voice the raspy tell-tale croak of a ghoul. 

He paused, taking Horus in. 

“I’ll cut you a break, brother. You can walk right in this time, but if I hear that you gave Mister Esteves any trouble, you and I are gonna get real chummy real fast.” 

Hours' felt his ears prick up with the guard's words. It wasn't exactly the red carpet, but it was the warmest welcome he'd received in a long time.

"Shouldn't trouble him much. Just need to ask him some questions."

"And thanks...brother." He said as the guard led him inside the mansion.

The years had not been kind to the Wright mansion, which was riddled with gaping holes and crumbling walls. Given the amount of ghouls that were scurrying about the place, it really did look like some kind of Old World horror maze. 

The Guard took Horus into a relatively quaint little room, which seemed to be in much better condition than the rest of the establishment. 

Murilo Esteves himself was sat infront of an old-timey bar, drinking gin from a glass cup. He was well-dressed, but no nice suit could detract from his necrotic flesh and rotten aroma. 

"Gentleman here to see you, Mister Esteves." The guard declared. 

"Si' down brutha'," Esteves gave Horus a little nod, gesturing to one of the empty bar stools on either side of him "what can the Big E do for ya?" 

Horus took the open seat next to Esteves. Within moments a ghoul bartender slammed a glass of liquor down in front of him then strode off. Horus took a quick swig from the glass then prepared to question Esteves.

"I'm looking for someone. Someone who's gone into hiding."

He took another sip from the glass. Horus did his best not to stare at Esteves as he couldn't help but admire the ghoul's suit. A quick thought popped into his mind that he'd like to buy a suit like Murilo's one day.

"Darlia Lazzari."

Esteves blew a hiss of air out through his rotten teeth. 

"There's a name I'm sick of hearin'," he laughed dryly "Darlia's just another xenophobic, entitled, piece of smoothskin garbage, brutha'. But, I'm willin' ta let bygones be bygones...for a price." 

The ghoul necked the last of his drink, dabbing at some peeled flesh on the corner of his lip. 

"One of my guys, Barnes, got nabbed on a run. Word on the street is that those freaks from Oregon have 'im in a 'lil camp of there's just outside of town. You bring me Barnes, and I'll put the word out that the beef between me and Darlia is wata' under tha' bridge." 

Horus couldn't help but cringe a little with Esteves' description of Darlia. Though the ghoul could very well be dramatic with his description Horus became even less thrilled at the prospect of tracking her down knowing she would likely hurl obscenities at him upon first encounter. Talking to this group of ghouls was so refreshing for him. It was nice to have people actually speak to him as an equal even if they were drug drug barons.

Horus followed suit with Esteves and downed the remainder of his drink.

"Alright, sounds fair. Anything else I should know about 'these freaks from Oregon' before I head out?" He said as he stood from his seat at the bar.

"Just that they eat human flesh, brutha," Esteves grinned "But don't worry, only the really depraved ones will wanna munch on a ghoul."