Two armed guards kept pace behind Stoat and DeVirgo as they proceeded through the station to Chapmans Tavern. At the sideways glance from Stoat, DeVirgo said, "Get used to it, Stoat. Even though you didn't intend to do so, you're now conisdered a threat. Look at the bright side - at least I don't deal with threats like George did."
Stoat snorted. "Yeah, that's for damn sure."
The two men - and the guards entered Chapmans. There was a reserved table off to one side that already had poured drinks ready and waiting for them. "Okay, Max, I'm sure that you have some sneaky and devious plan in mind - I know how you're fond of those."
DeVirgo took a sip of his drink. "It's really quite simple, actually. You know our long term intentions. What you don't know, since it's not been part of your area of responsibility as Bretonian Guildmaster, is that we've been getting reports that the Nomads seem to be willing to work with humans to a certain extent."
"Yeah, they use them as their puppets to get what they want." Stoat had already finished his drink, and waved for another round.
"Not exactly. Oh, they haven't become all altruistic and decided to sit around and sing Kum By Yah while we take over everything. Far from it. But while it looks like they've realized that humanity as a whole is a pest, we're hoping that you can spark some direct contact between us and the Wild."
"Are you suggesting what I think you're suggesting?"
"Think of it as a new job title. Ambassador Stoat, emissary from the Guild Core and our future realm, to the Nomads."
(11-21-2013, 12:53 PM)Jihadjoe Wrote: Oh god... The end of days... Agmen agreed with me.
