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A question for Martyn. Do you know anyone named Kaeyi Dream?
[Martyn]: He was just in the middle of taking a drink of water when he hears the familiar name. He nearly chokes on his water, pulling the glass away from his lips a moment and coughs slightly. “Ah! Uhh… K-Kaeyi D-Dreams huh? Sounds familiar…” He lifts his hand to wipe at his mouth a bit, an unmistakable hint of blush on his cheeks before he turns his gaze to the side. “Yeah I might… What’s it to you if I do?”
[Martyn] *a brunette sitting outside, playing with a knife and looks up* I'm looking for a job, fancy anything being shipped? I could use some things to do instead of sitting in the alleyways and looking for men to fight...
[Martyn]: He pauses when the brunette addresses him. He smirks a bit at him as he shoves his hands into his coats pockets. He seemed to be looking for something for a moment. “Sure why not! I need someone to deliver a little…message for me.” He pulled out an envelope handing it to the other. “Head down to the docks. There’s an old man down there, grey shirt, long white beard. He’s got somethin’ for me. Once you get that take it to the address in this envelope. This should entertain you for a little while….” He pauses, looking seriously at the brunette. Worry reflected in his blue eyes. “Just be careful and make sure you don’t get caught. Can’t afford to lose anyone else. If it gets too rough ditch the package and get out. Understood? Now, off you get.”
Martyn and Toby, what's it like trying to set up your own mob?
[Martyn:] He scowls down at the ground, one foot scuffing along the concrete. “It’s hard and no one takes us seriously.”
[Toby:] He nods, nonchalantly straightening up from the wall he was leaning on. “Eh, I mostly handle the dirty work. Martyn does most of the technical stuff.”
[Martyn:] Turning with a nod, he shrugs, a wide grin breaking across his lips. “We both do a bit of each.”
*puts a drink on the table* so have you got any big plans for the future Martyn?
[Martyn:] He looks at the offered drink and pulls it towards him. “Well yeah I have plans for the future!” He takes a sip of the drink and smiles widely, revealing slightly pointed teeth. “I’m gonna run the biggest mob in the city someday!” He drains the rest of the drink and stands to leave.
