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Titles: Prime, Prime - Mundane - d1c24

The mustachioed man who shifted the air back at the alleyway stood beside the offered chair for a moment, looking back at the man who did the patting with a taunting grin before shifting his attention to Don Calabrese himself. [color=ed1c24]"You have my deepest condolences, Big Dom, was it? Some trash really have [i]no idea[/i] of the sanctity of a man's property."[/color] Another jab at the 'doorman' while being sincere to his employer.

Taking the offered seat, Hwicce leaned comfortably against the back of the chair, eyebrows raising when the pile of gabagool was 'offered'. [color=ed1c24]"Don't mind if I do."[/color] With a flick of his wrist, the mercenary produced a [b][Concealed][/b] dagger from his sleeve. He used the blade to skewer quite a few slices of the meat, bringing it to his lips and taking a hearty bite of it. [color=ed1c24]"Pretty good."[/color] He mumbled, chewing, as he listened to the man's tale of misfortune.

Then he swallowed, skewering another pile of gabagool with his knife. [color=ed1c24]"So, someone took your 'precious little commet."[/color] He looked at his companions; quite a few good questions were being put forth already. [color=ed1c24]"Do you have any enemies bold enough to try something like this?"[/color] He waited a moment before taking a bite of the new pile of skewered meat. [color=ed1c24]"I suppose you won't mind if we ask your men a few questions, right?[/color]