Nero frowned at the suggestion. While he did have some rivals, he would rather eliminate them in a way that didn't leave their guts splattered over the walls; not to mention that if he did use Inessa for such things, there was no guarantee that she wouldn't destroy their valuable products. This was all just conjecture, though; Nero had no idea how Inessa operated in her hits, but leaving as few things to chance as possible was preferable to throwing caution to the wind.
"It's not that I don't have people I'd like removed," Nero said, raising a skeptical eyebrow, "but my gut instinct tells me that that vigilante you've got guarding you is the kind of person who spells the word 'subtle' with five Qs and a number." The smuggler pursed his lips. "But I suppose we won't know until we try, will we?"
Nero placed a hand on his hip. "There is perhaps someone you can loose that attack dog of yours on. A Miqo'te; red hair, red tail with a feather duster on the end, incredibly jittery. You might know him. His real name is some obtuse thing I can't be bothered to remember, but a few people on the lower docks know him as Red Reeve. You know, Limsa Lominsa, a den and haven of artistic talent and creativity," he said sarcastically.Â
"He's a small time dealer in somnus, not really worth noting, but I've no idea how he stays supplied; he couldn't be growing the plants himself and none of my associates are fessing up, so they're either lying or there's a third party shipping the stuff into Limsa Lominsa without anyone else knowing. If your cat friend pulls out his intestines, he won't really be missed." Red Reeve was a pitiable wretch, to be sure, but mercy was nice while it was convenient, and in this case, it wasn't.
Nero folded his arms again, a habit that didn't seem to be going away any time soon. "Now, if you want to make some extra coin, get me his supply, or better yet, get me the names of who's supplying him." A steady stream of somnus could be very profitable indeed. "I guarantee it'll be worth your while. You get to see the kitty vigilante in action and possibly make some extra coin, I get to figure out if she's worth using and possibly some valuable product." He shrugged. "Win-win."
"It's not that I don't have people I'd like removed," Nero said, raising a skeptical eyebrow, "but my gut instinct tells me that that vigilante you've got guarding you is the kind of person who spells the word 'subtle' with five Qs and a number." The smuggler pursed his lips. "But I suppose we won't know until we try, will we?"
Nero placed a hand on his hip. "There is perhaps someone you can loose that attack dog of yours on. A Miqo'te; red hair, red tail with a feather duster on the end, incredibly jittery. You might know him. His real name is some obtuse thing I can't be bothered to remember, but a few people on the lower docks know him as Red Reeve. You know, Limsa Lominsa, a den and haven of artistic talent and creativity," he said sarcastically.Â
"He's a small time dealer in somnus, not really worth noting, but I've no idea how he stays supplied; he couldn't be growing the plants himself and none of my associates are fessing up, so they're either lying or there's a third party shipping the stuff into Limsa Lominsa without anyone else knowing. If your cat friend pulls out his intestines, he won't really be missed." Red Reeve was a pitiable wretch, to be sure, but mercy was nice while it was convenient, and in this case, it wasn't.
Nero folded his arms again, a habit that didn't seem to be going away any time soon. "Now, if you want to make some extra coin, get me his supply, or better yet, get me the names of who's supplying him." A steady stream of somnus could be very profitable indeed. "I guarantee it'll be worth your while. You get to see the kitty vigilante in action and possibly make some extra coin, I get to figure out if she's worth using and possibly some valuable product." He shrugged. "Win-win."
