"Drugs, just another way to keep the scum in the gutter and money in pockets of the Underbosses. Once you get a hit of the shit the Daggerhands deal in you won't ever break free of those chains. Booze and weed, that's all I need, I keep that mind breakin' stuff right away from my veins."
12th of Spring, AV 515 - 19th Bell - Wolf's Den Outskirts
12th of Spring, AV 515 - 19th Bell - Wolf's Den Outskirts
A restless hand kept itself busy, the fingers tapped the leather bound hilt of a cutlass in a fluid rhythm while a palm found itself clasped around a smoking pipe, subjected to the constant demands of the owner as the tip was frequently placed between a pair of cracked lips before expelling a stream of sour hot smoke into the air. The sun was waning, threatening to smash cower below horizon and surrender Sunberth to the mercy of Leth's domain as the smallest shadow was stretched to gargantuan proportions in the rosy glow of the sunset.
Dale stood right on the outskirts of the Wolf's Den, leaning on the corner of one of the many alleyways that fed into one of the most dangerous and brutal areas of Sunberth. He puffed away merrily on his pipe but his constant fidgeting betrayed his nerves. True he had delved into the Wolf's Den before but he wouldn’t even pretend to claim he knew it like the back of his hand though he knew it as well as any thug who couldn’t be considered insane would know it. Still, he did not relish walking its streets at night where truly worst it had to offer begun stalking the streets, no longer afraid of the Mob.
A troublesome drug dealer had brought him to the edge of the Den, Dale wasn't sure whether the piece of shit was vying for more money or was trying to cut the Daggerhands loose for a new middleman that was either safer or simply paid better. Either way his Big Sister had tasked him with recovering the shipment, making specific requests for him to made example of for giving them such a headache. This was a simple enough task for one that involved a slum full of violent psychopaths but she had insisted on bringing in an outside courier for the delivery of the drugs as soon as they were recovered.
Dale saw no need for this except for Lucina to keep her buyers well away from Dale's knowledge. Heated words had long been exchanged between them before she had risen to a position of power and now Dale wouldn't be surprised if she wanted him bleeding out in bottom of an alleyway or at the very least in the dark about anything that could help him wrangle power from her bloody hands. She was a rising star in the Daggerhandds and Dale wouldn't deny wanting to see her career cut brutally short.
"You're late" Dale said bluntly as figure approached from the darkness as he stood up from the wall and clamped his pipe between his teeth before gesturing to be followed into the Wolf's Den. "You better be armed, I'm not pulling your arse out the fire if you put yourself in it. Avoid eye contact and keep yer bloody mouth shut, I'll do the talking if we get stopped and you don't raise a weapon till I do. How much did Lucina tell you about our job?"
