7-151: Illuminator – TOSO Bar

Work appears to demand it.  [sighs in real life]

Fromm snorts derisively and takes a mouthful of his drink, “I didn’t sign up for anything.  Might as well have been coshed on the docks with a sack put over my head.  But, per our earlier conversation, I think our best chance for survival lies in solidarity.  I’m happy to work with you to get the best result.”

He pauses, swirls his wine reflectively in it’s glass for a moment and watches the red liquid spin, “I have been told that I am an acerbic pile of lizard shit, so please make allowances for that if you feel my critique of your plans is … forthright.”