He knew he never should have trusted that bitch! For all the swearing she did and all the lies and sweet words and particular talents those honeyed lips were capable of, Bertus Bockenbower should have known that truth and loyalty shouldn't have been amongst them. The damned elf had been partners with Figgenbottom for too long to know a good deal when she saw one and he should have known he was just one more warm bed on her way out.
A reputation for a fiery countenance and the temper of a bull aldgoat had made for some highs and lows in old Bert's life. He was a practiced hand at Ul'dahn business and while he never made the sorts of figures the biggest snakes would, he wasn't some smalltime up-and-comer waiting to be run out of his own storefront. Bockenbower's business did well enough on the Lane and that was all that mattered to the book keepers and his rivals.
Still, Bertus shook out his hand as he listened to angry footsteps creeping away from his comfortable rented apartment home. He had a great view of the strip with none of the worries of owning the property; In his line of work, it was important to be able to get up and go without needing to worry about who's taking care of what. He made it a point to change residences multiple times a year, just in case. Let them overlap, make sure everything is paid. Bertus was sure he'd avoided some rather nasty company as a result of his unerring canny savvy.
It was from that wonderfully scenic lane that he watched the good for nothing tree-loving whore of his tramp away in a huff. She hadn't bothered to take her shoes and looked like a leftover from one of Otto's parties with the way she was staggering around, and the shiner he'd left on her face just added to the image. She'd go sulk away and think about what she'd done, and Bertus figured that would be the end of that. That was the plan until he saw her flag down a knight in silver armor.
Bertus cursed and began thinking about how easy it might be to get to Costa for a while.
A reputation for a fiery countenance and the temper of a bull aldgoat had made for some highs and lows in old Bert's life. He was a practiced hand at Ul'dahn business and while he never made the sorts of figures the biggest snakes would, he wasn't some smalltime up-and-comer waiting to be run out of his own storefront. Bockenbower's business did well enough on the Lane and that was all that mattered to the book keepers and his rivals.
Still, Bertus shook out his hand as he listened to angry footsteps creeping away from his comfortable rented apartment home. He had a great view of the strip with none of the worries of owning the property; In his line of work, it was important to be able to get up and go without needing to worry about who's taking care of what. He made it a point to change residences multiple times a year, just in case. Let them overlap, make sure everything is paid. Bertus was sure he'd avoided some rather nasty company as a result of his unerring canny savvy.
It was from that wonderfully scenic lane that he watched the good for nothing tree-loving whore of his tramp away in a huff. She hadn't bothered to take her shoes and looked like a leftover from one of Otto's parties with the way she was staggering around, and the shiner he'd left on her face just added to the image. She'd go sulk away and think about what she'd done, and Bertus figured that would be the end of that. That was the plan until he saw her flag down a knight in silver armor.
Bertus cursed and began thinking about how easy it might be to get to Costa for a while.
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