(https://i.imgur.com/mUi1gNL.jpg)<br/><br/>"Blaine! How's my favourite puppy?" Taryn enthused enthusiastically as soon as the call was connected. "How's the territory doing? Keeping things well ordered? Wonderful! Listen, there's a new gang in town, it seems. They tried to tag my club. My club!" Anger rose in the imp's voice at that last, but rather than going shrill, it become low and demonic, the kind that might easily frighten most mortal. She had to pause and take deep breaths, before returning to feigning insouciance. Few things rattled Taryn and nearly all of them had to do with the thing that she'd spent so much of her life on. Quite literally sometimes.<br/><br/>"I do apologize," Taryn continued, once she had calmed. "In any case, one of my staff, Tommy, you know him? Tall, handsome, like to wear that really tight shirt that does a wonderful job of showing his muscles? Sweet on you, too, if I recall. Well, he got hurt quite badly and that sort of thing simply cannot happen again. And so, I was thinking, who do I know who's big and strong and spends all their time around my club without ordering anything and who might be able to help me teach a young upstart what sorts of places are and are not off limits to them? I think, perhaps you understand where I'm going with this?"