Stormclouds Gather

[Hemlocke]

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The man glared into Yolande's eyes as she spoke of munitions, rather specific munitions. She would rather risk being caught with armaments than be subject to criminal charges over large quantities of chemicals, now that was odd, and didn't quite add up. His crimson eye glanced to the ghoulish woman across the table for a moment, before back to Yolande. There was something to that, and she was willing to give it up very easily, a businesswoman acting as if it meant nothing. His voice lifted in a neutral if not apathetic tone as if the inability to gather those materials meant nothing to him, or didn't surprise him.

"Leaves me wanting I'm afraid, though it will do. Do you have any requests of your own? Personal or otherwise."

The offset pair of eyes, burning crimson and mutated hazel held their interlocked gaze with Yolande's eyes as they watched, waiting expectantly for her next words.

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