<strong>Name:</strong>Marchosias, Danny<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Jugo, Zed, Nick, Rutilus<br/><br/>It was unfortunate that Jugo had to step into his club that night, but more fortunate than it would have been had any more closely affiliated Fallen Brother found a chance a visit. The nephilim knew Jugo would probably end up trying to handle this situation on his own, rather than run to the main Fallen group and ask for help, since that would only prove his subordinance. At least that's what he would do if Marc had read him correctly. Always a tricky thing with vampires, and ones from different cultures, but he was confident with this assumption.<br/><br/>He was also confident that he could stand up to the Kiyaburo Brotherhood, at least once he was a little better organized. What couldn't wait any longer was the mission at hand, which he noted when he checked his watch. The rest of the introductions would have to wait until later, so the rest of the bangers would have to trust in this first job just based on how much cash he was waving in their faces. Whirling back on the nymph, the satyr, and the centaur, his previous laid back attitude shifted into one more determined and eager to get moving, one more dangerous that brought with it a tightened mouth and a sharp stare.<br/><br/>"We need to get moving. Rutilus, fill Mr. Zero here in on tonight's raid, along with Mr. Richter, the human over their talking to the tattooed elf. They'll both be soldiers tonight. Zee, explain things to the two elementals and the succubus, or at least get them coming along with us; I think they'll listen better to a woman, being from the Maidenhood and all. Mr. Suave, round up whoever else we called up that wandered off, along with whoever else is just here for work. Make sure you get that big green orc over there, the one that's not piss-drunk. We need him to booby trap the dwarves' entrance from the underground. Danny, we're heading off to the Golden Pickaxe to make sure the target gets there. Everyone got that?"