<strong>Name:</strong>Marc<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Jack, Nick, Rutilus, Zed, Ayr<br/><br/>What Nick viewed as professionalism, Marc just considered putting all his cards out on the table, which may have been exactly why he let the angel and the fae do their thing up here in the first place. Being what he was, business and pleasure were kept separate, but could also be handled alongside each other, so it was best anyone he hired be okay with a couple lewd and distracting sights now and again while planning or negotiating. At least he had shown a bit of restraint by keeping Zed off of himself, something that required a lot of resilience and willpower, even for someone as old and experienced as him.<br/><br/>"What I need are heavy-hitters," the boss stated plainly, leaning forward in his seat to address both the satyr and the wolfman at the same time. "There's a club about ten blocks over called the Golden Pick. It's owned by the Gravediggers, but since it's in Unleashed territory and gets visited by a lot of beastmen, they have a parley with that gang in constant effect. Attacking and trashing the club, especially with a couple beastmen on our side, might start making the dwarves question their allies." Hidden behind his sunglasses, he glanced over at Rutilus at this point, though one with keen eyesight might see anyway.<br/><br/>"We're going to have a few soldiers on hand for this job, but it's going to tough, and it won't be the last one I have in mind, if you're interested in a long-term employment. With me so far?"