White Buffalo Saloon; Port Canaria

[Madvillain]

Meanwhile, Centurion Aphonso started to feel more relaxed.
Maybe it was his trying to keep up with Ladron's drinking ,
maybe it was the fine señorita in blue next to him,
but he felt comfortable enough to get down to business.

With Ladron that is.

And not in that way.



''Comisario, I came all the way over here to discuss important matters with you.
I can see why you adore a place like this... it's certainly not like my usual working space.''

The Centurion briefly paused to take a deep breath.

''I have spoken with the Elders back at Crete.
They are most satisfied with your work so far.
You seem to have a natural gift for dealing with these people,
a celebrated perk in your profession.

Since there is less civil unrest as the Elders anticipated most Brotherhood combat assets will leave this region in due time.
This does not mean that the Elders have lost interest in Gran Canaria.
In the contrary, I have been sent to make some structural changes.
Too many capitains on a ship make her steer for a corona , as we say.

My objective is to make this planet and our protectorate over it more complimentary to the empire.
Your objective is maintaining it's security, the 57th Carabineros remain stationed here in full number.

I believe unlike me you are already acquainted with some of the local ''prominents''?
Keep an eye on them , your Carabineros are free to keep them on a short leash.
But do not wind them up too much, their apathy is being well received back home.
If the whole population of this planet is as ill tempered and unmannerly like that barmán and his brute,
I foresee quite the challenge ahead of us in civilizing this place.''

The Centurion then snapped his finger in the direction of the bar , gesturing for another drink.

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