Post by Catrian on Oct 23, 2021 10:41:52 GMT -5
House Diabolos was largely under the category of "ignored until someone needed them" which suited Veld just fine. He really preferred that, honestly - there were reasons he'd fallen into it, and that was no small part of why. But there was another side of it he needed access to and that, like his own services, came at a price.
A price he was fortunately able to pay.
He found the merchant, hidden in plain sight peddling nondescript goods, and saw recognition in his eyes as he approached. Diabolos' key people knew their own, naturally.
"Five hundred tokens," Veld said simply, trusting he would know. That was the standard price of entry for the Black Market, after all.
