Meeting of the Minds
"Ya know it was them, Vale. Ya fuckin' know it was." Devon seemed anxious. While his employer was seated in his high back chair behind his desk, the brawler could not cease his back and forth pacing, despite his best efforts. "I just don't even' fuckin' know how to handle this." Vale, always the calmer of the two raised his hand to try and calm his friend, trying to act like he always did as the voice of reason. "How can you even begin to know it was them?"
That was when Devon reached into his coat pocket and pulled a parchment that had been hastily folded over three times and tossed it on the desk. The Leviathan Lord did not reach for it right away. He took his precious time, studying Devon at great length before reaching up and taking it and straightening it out.
Brother,
We need you. Times have grown tough. Lost half our gang in a caravan attack in Gendaran a few nights back. Too well defended. Come to us..or we'll be coming to you.
X
Before Vale could even finish reading, he pipped up. "That had to be the Butcher's caravan. It was the only one I heard of bein' hit in days. When he finds out who it was, he's goin' to go out and smash 'em flat!" Vale had never understood the younger mans relationship to his brothers. They were vile men who took what others had earned when they felt like it, but here he was worried that they would get their dues.
"What do you want me to do?" Vale said with hands opening just so. "We may have a war to fight before long and we need him. Do you want me to stop him..or help him.." The answer should of been quick, but as Devon went to form words, they would not come. Confusion set over his eyes when he glanced up to see his boss staring at him in that all knowing sort f way he had about him. He thought without the shadow of a doubt he would want his brothers safe..but why was he questioning it all of the sudden? Even worse..why was he feeling guilt without his mind made up.