A member of the syndicate relaxes in his lofty estate within Ul'Dah. He is simply drinking the finest wine and crunching some numbers on a quiet night, He but for some reason he is unnerved. Its too quiet in his estate no matter how skillful the guards he hired are he should at the least be able to hear them move about, but before he can investigate the matter the door opens and he hears a cold unfamiliar voice.
"This is going to be a very simple deal you and I have, I know who you are and the kind of connections you have so there is no need for us to play any games...you listen or you die its simple". While the voice shrouded in darkness spoke in a cold matter the syndicate member was rightfully terrified, he was in a situation where death was assured upon refusal he then anxiously asked
"What do you want me to do"
The voice replied "A number of things but for now every now and then I need you to make certain crystal depot's 'understaffed', ill send you messages regarding which depots and on what day"
The syndicate member replied "I can do it but eventually both the guard and syndicate will find it suspicious, when they do it will only be a matter of time before I am found out" he said with a shake in his voice and sweat running down his face.
The voice said with a slight laugh "Then you better do a good job so you are not found out... unless you wish to lose your life I advise you take orders from me"
The syndicate members mind is in a panic and only out of survival he says only one word "yes"
The voice says "Good I will be in touch, Oh and I apologize but your estate has gotten slightly messy due to your guards incompetence do make sure to clean up."
The door opens and then closes, the syndicate member now stands there surrounded by darkness and silence something he feels he will have to get use too if we wishes to live.
"This is going to be a very simple deal you and I have, I know who you are and the kind of connections you have so there is no need for us to play any games...you listen or you die its simple". While the voice shrouded in darkness spoke in a cold matter the syndicate member was rightfully terrified, he was in a situation where death was assured upon refusal he then anxiously asked
"What do you want me to do"
The voice replied "A number of things but for now every now and then I need you to make certain crystal depot's 'understaffed', ill send you messages regarding which depots and on what day"
The syndicate member replied "I can do it but eventually both the guard and syndicate will find it suspicious, when they do it will only be a matter of time before I am found out" he said with a shake in his voice and sweat running down his face.
The voice said with a slight laugh "Then you better do a good job so you are not found out... unless you wish to lose your life I advise you take orders from me"
The syndicate members mind is in a panic and only out of survival he says only one word "yes"
The voice says "Good I will be in touch, Oh and I apologize but your estate has gotten slightly messy due to your guards incompetence do make sure to clean up."
The door opens and then closes, the syndicate member now stands there surrounded by darkness and silence something he feels he will have to get use too if we wishes to live.
