A dinner at The Garden

[Chrono]

*Running her finger across the Data pad before tapping it a few times, Marissa takes the glass, sipping a small amount before setting it back on the table.*

In this past year, would you say you're contributions to the syndicate have been adequate? Would you say your actions as one of the Bloodrose Syndicate's leaves have been up to the standards of someone with the title you hold?

*She taps yet another finger on her data pad as, suddenly, the center of the table lights up with a holographic, 3-D display of one of Antonio's most failing battles.*

Is this poor display of combat skill what I can expect from you, Antonio?

*Finally, she sets the data pad down on the table, taking her silverware, unwrapping it, and placing the blood red cloth napkin in her lap. Looking at the man for the first time, Antonio can see a look of disapproval, and what appears to be anger.*

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