“Rum and coke? Good choice, Boss.” Diarmuid cracked a toothy grin at the sudden promotion that the two of them had gained in the underworld. Diarmuid was good for cracking open two things: Skulls and Booze. He wasn’t aware of how the underworld worked, but he would sure as hell make certain the Farros Council was enjoying drinks and making certain that the uppity ones got their wings clipped. Grabbing the bucket filled with bills, a bottle of rum and some coke, he made his way with Kanin to the meeting room.
Antonio’s nose wrinkled at the sight of the Gobbo’s remark, managed to hide his distaste for Fortune through a faux reaction to his comment about the arm.
“Still a bit sore.” He casually mentioned as his hand came up to Bruno’s chest, making certain to restrain his headstrong brother. Poisonous smoke curled out of the corners of Bruno’s mouth - a terrifying sight along with those yellow eyes of his bulging out of his head. Giovanni, although distraught about the sudden disappearance of his inheritance, was humble enough to take the goblin’s hand and shake it.
“Giovanni. It’s… interesting to meet you, Fortune Poi.” After realizing that Fortune’s hand remained extended, Antonio took the small hand and shook it gently. Bruno had stepped away entirely to grab the nearest bottle of wine and guzzle it down.
“Now, Fortune. I do believe Lucci needs you in the meeting room.” Antonio’s lips curled up smug grin, giving an appreciative nod to the man in a disgustingly toxic green suit that walked past - Jain Korr.
The brothers watched Shayliss pass by. While Bruno’s gaze was more boorish and ogling, the other two brothers seemed to be cold and calculating with their gaze. The slime that followed afterwards piqued the interest of the three of them. They heard of a slime that their father had helped out years ago, but the name Sacha grew in the alleyways and slums as a talented doctor.
The sight of those pointed ears and cold amber eyes were accompanied by a massive, dark pompadour that bounced on top of a small halfling’s head.
“Ah. Thank you, Kanin. Don’t worry. I’m certain that we’ll be fine…”
Antonio’s thoughts were clear and crisp:
“The question is if you and your council will be fine.”
Giovanni’s thoughts were meek and quiet:
“He doesn’t seem that bad… Why did father do that though?”
Bruno’s thoughts were loud and manic:
“FUCK! That old man ruined us for the last time. Look at the patchwork group of freaks that are going to be ruining the name of Farros. I could see a human or an elf, but bringing a fuckin’ goblin, a slime and a halfling with the dumbest fucking hair? The old man was going mad! This wine used to taste great, but it just tastes AWFUL now.”
The sound of a bottle crashing against the railing could be heard as the party had awkwardly continued. The music finding its stride and people making awkward small talk, trying to pretend the brothers weren’t just publicly lambasted from the grave.
Lucci waited in the meeting room filled with aged mahogany furnishings. The room was pristine as Lucci stood at the head of the table. Soon, the heirs of Vincenzo funneled into the meeting room, politely asking Fortune to leave his bodyguards outside of the room at the very least.
With a wry smile, Lucci looked around the table. It was a disjointed group of people of all kinds of races and backgrounds: human, elf, goblin, halfling, slime. Contract Killer, Gangster, Information Broker, Pimp, Bartender, and an Alleyway Doctor. Within each of their eyes, he could see a hardened look. They had all graduated from the school of hard knocks.
“First of all, congratulations. Vincenzo had chosen you all personally and I can see why. For those of who have never met me, I am Lucci - the Butler of the Farros Household and the Executor of Vincenzo’s Will. It’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance.
Secondly, I don’t plan to take charge. I am simply a guiding hand. You will all make the decisions and I can only hope that you will do Vincenzo proud.
You are all the proprietors of the Vinenzo cartel and the estate, in which this party is being held. You are free to build what you need. The Farros Cartel has struggled to maintain at the top and I can say with ease, that it is likely that the cartel will fracture with you all in charge. If Vincenzo’s Sons decide to leave and start anew, it is likely that we will be left bare. However, we will rebuild stronger than before - only through loss, can one grow.”
Lucci looked around the room before clearing his throat.
“I suppose, that you should all introduce each other as well. While I’m familiar with all of you, the same could not be said for everyone here. Following that, let me know if you have any questions or any advice as to the actions of the Farros Cartel from this point on.”