5-157. Suffolk Small Food Court
She nods, “I don’t know about Vizier Dick, or Under Commander Grumpy, or you, for that matter, but yes, the rest of us seem to be less than model citizens as far as the authorities are concerned.”
She cocks her head to the side, inviting Oliver to elaborate on his reputability.
Rolling a 12 if you need it.
“I have nothing spectacular that separates me from the rest of you. But the Vizierate are… interesting employers to say the least.”
He’ll crack a cheeky smile before saying: “I bet Uddin has a few stories that could land him in a cell for a few weeks.”