[h3] Derald Smith [/h3]
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[color=0072bc]“Just a piece of the puzzle, the boy's cheating father, who carries the same blood as Evan's”[/color] Derald answered, his voice edged with steel as he flicked his lighter. He masked his trembling hands beneath his jacket, savoring the bitter comfort of a cigarette. If he was going to meet an Executor's blade, at least he would go out on his own terms.

[color=0072bc]“I’m not getting the answers I needed, so I’ve decided to bring the only thing that makes sense.”[/color] The mafiaso explained to the nun.

[color=0072bc]“Look, this whole mess feels like a misunderstanding. One domino tips, and suddenly everything's chaos. But hey, it could be worse. Nothing truly bad has happened yet, unless you count me using magecraft on a civilian.”[/color] Derald confessed, a crooked grin flickering across his face.

[color=0072bc]“We wanted the same thing, right? Doing our job, doing your job... everyone wins, right?” [/color]He continued.

[color=0072bc]“How about we come to a compromise? no need to soil those very VERY sharp tentacle like blades.” [/color]Derald gulped.

[color=0072bc]“Also, did anyone ever tell you that you have beautiful blue eyes? Miss?”[/color]