Mars slammed the report from the Floyd Merchants' Guild onto the desk and cursed, "How could this happen! What the hell are the Two Great Families doing? We finally drove the Norwington Family into a corner, and they let that brat's fleet sail through the open sea and deliver its cargo to Southshore!"
His assistant bent down to pick up the document pouch, only for Mars to send him flying with a kick. He landed on his left cheek and slid to the doorway.
"Get out! All of you, get out!" Mars roared in fury.
Another middle-aged man, wearing a green-capped robe, patted Mars on the shoulder and tried to soothe him. "He's just a brat. He can't stir up any real trouble."
"I'm not afraid of Rowan. It's the Two Great Families' decisions that worry me. They've already driven the Norwington Family to the brink. Why let them rebuild their finances instead of tightening the screws?"
Those two stupid old asses!
Mars cursed inwardly a few more times, then sat back down.
Bright handed Mars a cigarette and cast a Flame Spell to light it for him.
Mars took a deep drag, his face relaxing with pleasure. "No one understands Lord Aldrius better than I do. He's the most slippery lord on the Family Council of Kul Tiras. Now the Norwington Family has delivered its orders to Southshore again. What does that mean? It means the Norwington Family, which should have been finished, has been brought back to life. Once they recover, not one of us Norwington criminals who were taken and freed by the pirates will escape."
Bright lit a cigarette of his own, crossed his legs, and looked utterly dismissive.
"It seems you're still poorly informed, Chairman Mars. That old fox Aldrius isn't in Kul Tiras right