The Leader pushed up his spectacles along his nose, flush to his face, a dissatisfied scowl marking his features. "Maybe you want me to congratulate you on killing Galatius? We were here on business, Maestro. Now you've put us at war with One-Eye." His fingers wrapped tightly into a fist. "How are we supposed to do that here, in Limsa Lominsa? All of our power is in Ul'dah. We simply don't have the manpower to fight back here. It's not just One-Eye we have to worry about, either. The city watch is looking out for us now. You don't think that people didn't report us for starting that brawl? What about the fact that I contributed to the fire that nearly extinguished the Bismarck?"
The bald headed Maestro, in one of his lucid states, only stared back at the Leader, his eyes cold. "Do you think I need a reason to kill a man, Tervanius?" His fingers drummed the table exactly once. "No. I wouldn't think yourself so important, either, that I would shed tears if you were."
"I don't deceive myself into thinking you would, however, if you really want to expand into this area there are certain things that need to be done. You can't come here with Goobbue and I and expect to start tearing the place apart. Again, we don't have the force."
"Well then we hire the force!" Maestro shouted, slamming his fist down on the table. "That's the whole purpose we run the casinos and sell the drugs and run the weapons. To put a little excitement in the locals."
The Leader sighed, his fingers rising to his forehead, squeezing at the bridge of his nose. "Alright then. You're looking to hire. In a city that is mostly slaved to One-Eye."
"Greed moves men, Tervanius. They'll go to the highest bidder. I'm willing to bet there are plenty of people in this city selling their services elsewhere than One-Eye's racket." A grin crossed his face, madness dancing just beyond sanity in his eyes. "I'm right, and I think you know where we can hire."
"Perhaps," the Leader said, glancing upward at the roof of their room. "You know it too."
"Jiver's Den," Maestro said, his finger sliding to his chest, extracting a lengthy blade. "But I'm in it to play two sides of the game, Tervanius. I want men. Brutal. Willing to do anything for coin. I also want in on that drug ring."
"Too risky. If Fikker's Crew finds out that you're trying to hire out their muscle at the same time that you're trying to buy from their ring..."
The madness in Maestro's eyes flared. "They'll what, Tervanius? Come after me?" He slammed the knife down into the table, its sharpened edge slicing cleanly through to the handle. "Let 'em. They can chase me all the way to One-Eye's door and then we can let them slice each other's throats up." He narrowed his gaze with the Leader's, eyes slightly close, his voice hissing with a snake's threat. "I want those drugs though, and I want those men, and I'm going to have them."
The Leader nodded, looking aside to the sleeping Goobbue, all eight feet and seven hundred pounds of him. "Let me handle the business end. I'll establish a line of business with Fikker. Goobbue will go with me, show we're serious."
"So you're leaving me to the scoundrels?" His smile widened, teeth grit against each other. "I love this plan, Tervanius. I think we're going to put on a real big show in this town."
The bald headed Maestro, in one of his lucid states, only stared back at the Leader, his eyes cold. "Do you think I need a reason to kill a man, Tervanius?" His fingers drummed the table exactly once. "No. I wouldn't think yourself so important, either, that I would shed tears if you were."
"I don't deceive myself into thinking you would, however, if you really want to expand into this area there are certain things that need to be done. You can't come here with Goobbue and I and expect to start tearing the place apart. Again, we don't have the force."
"Well then we hire the force!" Maestro shouted, slamming his fist down on the table. "That's the whole purpose we run the casinos and sell the drugs and run the weapons. To put a little excitement in the locals."
The Leader sighed, his fingers rising to his forehead, squeezing at the bridge of his nose. "Alright then. You're looking to hire. In a city that is mostly slaved to One-Eye."
"Greed moves men, Tervanius. They'll go to the highest bidder. I'm willing to bet there are plenty of people in this city selling their services elsewhere than One-Eye's racket." A grin crossed his face, madness dancing just beyond sanity in his eyes. "I'm right, and I think you know where we can hire."
"Perhaps," the Leader said, glancing upward at the roof of their room. "You know it too."
"Jiver's Den," Maestro said, his finger sliding to his chest, extracting a lengthy blade. "But I'm in it to play two sides of the game, Tervanius. I want men. Brutal. Willing to do anything for coin. I also want in on that drug ring."
"Too risky. If Fikker's Crew finds out that you're trying to hire out their muscle at the same time that you're trying to buy from their ring..."
The madness in Maestro's eyes flared. "They'll what, Tervanius? Come after me?" He slammed the knife down into the table, its sharpened edge slicing cleanly through to the handle. "Let 'em. They can chase me all the way to One-Eye's door and then we can let them slice each other's throats up." He narrowed his gaze with the Leader's, eyes slightly close, his voice hissing with a snake's threat. "I want those drugs though, and I want those men, and I'm going to have them."
The Leader nodded, looking aside to the sleeping Goobbue, all eight feet and seven hundred pounds of him. "Let me handle the business end. I'll establish a line of business with Fikker. Goobbue will go with me, show we're serious."
"So you're leaving me to the scoundrels?" His smile widened, teeth grit against each other. "I love this plan, Tervanius. I think we're going to put on a real big show in this town."