Old Byron could practically<em>hear</em>the gears turning in the halfling's head as he fixed a scrutinizing gaze upon her. "I don't know what you're cookin' up in that noggin of yours but I did say I was expecting you." From under a table Byron slid a box out. "McGreggor stopped by earlier this week and gave me a special order. I'll keep this short; I don't like him and I knew what he'd be up to, so the chest has been specially formed to dress down your figure. It's going to be uncomfortable but there wasn't any getting around that.<br/><br/>"I don't like the idea of him being in that position." His voice shifted, laden with serious and grim tone. "He's a cutthroat business type. Places almost no value on other's lives." His eyes turned to where he imagined Wrenn to be standing. "If you can get rid of him, or atleast usurp him, you'd be doing the world a favor."<br/><br/>He moved to the door again, putting a false smile on before opening it. "Pleasure doing business with you."<br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">automagically assuming some time has passed, since getting Vilo's image out there would take some time.</div></div>