Liam could smell the stench of blood as soon as he was dragged into the office, pausing for thought as not to risk saying something that would have left a bad impression or worse resulting in him being 6 foot under.
'Well, I used to be miner for the Bretonia Mining and Manufacturing, however I quickly grew in the knowledge of their so called management styles, suffice to say they are not much different from the likes of Edmund Graves. So I decided to do anything to bring down those tyrannical oppressors. I then met with a molly on Trafalgar and subsequently joined their ranks. However I began to see that while the Mollys do attack BMM, they also attack workers who do not have anything to do with BMM and thus innocent workers suffer. That is why I am here to fight for the oppressed, until the day comes when the oppressed overthrows the oppressor.'
Hoping that answer wouldn't result in a bullet to the head, he sat waiting for an indication from the stern faced woman opposite that he said something not to ignorant nor too foolish or that it was not the same drivel that is often stated in this room.
