“Look what the cat dragged in.” Corrado Tolavoil, Ruzghul’s half-elf subordinate, let a warm smile break out across his face, as Nyxie made her way up to the front of the beaten down apartment that served as the Elfchewer’s base of operations.
“You’re a hard man to find, Corrado,” Nyxvira grinned, as she pulled the sardinian into a tight embrace “I was starting to take it personally.”
“I wouldn’t have run out on you if it weren’t important, kitty kat,” Tolavoil pouted “boss’s orders, I promise.”
“Speaking of,” Nyxie gave her knuckles a sharp crack “any chance I could get a word with the big man?”
“He’s been in a foul fucking mood since Porfiro sent him packing, Nyxie,” Tolavoil laughed awkwardly “but I reckon I can make an exception for an old friend.”
“We’re friends now, are we?” Nyxie winked, giving the sardinian a quick peck on the cheek, before scampering up past him, and Ruzghul’s apartment.
A bleak wooden corridor led Nyxvira to Ruzghul. The enormous ogre was seated behind a giant wooden desk, his twin heads fixated on whatever document sat in front of him.
“Nyxie!” The second head perked up as she entered, its lizard-like eye snapping towards her.
“Ah, Miss Bloodbloom,” the first said in a cordial manner “what a pleasant surprise.”
“It's good to see again, Sir.” The Faerie smiled with just the right amount of politeness.
“And you, doll.” The second head grinned, giving her a good look at his fang-like teeth.
“How might I be of assistance?” asked the first head.
“I want to get back in the game,” she explained, in as straight-to-the-point tone as she could muster, without offending the ogre “and I want to jump in with both feet this time.”
“Well, it seems you’re in luck,” the first head gave a little smirk, whilst the second beamed like a hungry lion “I do believe I have something which might interest you.”
“You have my undivided attention, Mister Elfchewer.”
“Please, ‘Ruzghul’ is just fine, my dear.” The first head nodded graciously.
“Dante and Porfirio won’t be running things for much longer, sweet thing,” the second head beamed with confidence that bordered on arrogance “and, when I’m in charge, I want people I know that I can trust.”
“I know that you’re dependable, and a capable strategist, Miss Bloodbloom,” the first head picked up where its twin left off “and that’s why I want you to help me seize Chinatown from Old Feng.”