"I'm aware of your opinion on him, and I share it. I don't have any love for his type, myself. But I tend to keep my opinions and my impressions of others separate on the job. Bias tends towards misleading convictions." She lifted a shoulder in a half-shrug. But as Inessa went on about the man kept prisoner, she let out a soft 'hmm'.
"Lines up with my brief interaction with him. He seemed bothered by your pressing the issue, and he threatened me to not be 'too curious' like you." Meiko kept turning that knife in her hands, glancing up to Inessa. "So, to sum it up, Neneji is a wealthy man with an appreciation for extravagant fashion at the surface level. He seems to be confident in his power and authority over others, as he has right to be. Gold is the law in Ul'dah and, even if you involved the Brass Blades on his prisoner's behalf, his coin would win out against your sense of justice."
"Yet as confident as he seems in his authority, he is threatened by us overstepping our bounds and digging into his background. He simply wants us to trail after the Flea until we catch up with him, not find out the root cause." Finally, the knife ceased its turning. "He is hiding something. Something that, I figure, not even a prodigious amount of coin could convince the authority to look over. So truly, I doubt the man cares at all about this ridiculous hat and its retrieval. The Flea likely knows something particularly damning, and his capture for the theft will keep that from coming to light."
A subtle smile gradually came to the woman's lips. There were many questions left to answer and connections to uncover. But if she was right, that meant that there was like to be even more of a reward to be had, if they could bring down a haughty Monetarist's shady dealings.
"Lines up with my brief interaction with him. He seemed bothered by your pressing the issue, and he threatened me to not be 'too curious' like you." Meiko kept turning that knife in her hands, glancing up to Inessa. "So, to sum it up, Neneji is a wealthy man with an appreciation for extravagant fashion at the surface level. He seems to be confident in his power and authority over others, as he has right to be. Gold is the law in Ul'dah and, even if you involved the Brass Blades on his prisoner's behalf, his coin would win out against your sense of justice."
"Yet as confident as he seems in his authority, he is threatened by us overstepping our bounds and digging into his background. He simply wants us to trail after the Flea until we catch up with him, not find out the root cause." Finally, the knife ceased its turning. "He is hiding something. Something that, I figure, not even a prodigious amount of coin could convince the authority to look over. So truly, I doubt the man cares at all about this ridiculous hat and its retrieval. The Flea likely knows something particularly damning, and his capture for the theft will keep that from coming to light."
A subtle smile gradually came to the woman's lips. There were many questions left to answer and connections to uncover. But if she was right, that meant that there was like to be even more of a reward to be had, if they could bring down a haughty Monetarist's shady dealings.
