Valnier tried his best to control his anger; a Boss sat in front of him. He was succeeding for now, but a pull beneath his ribs made him want to end this man...well, the sigils said otherwise. But for now he would operate under the pretenses of humanity. His actions are no better. Crime as a baseline is often something that leads to the much more dubious bit of degeneracy. Still, he had to reign in his much more suspicious train of thought. Placing his hat down on the table next to him he began his talk, one he planned to make one-sided no matter what.
"So you DO know why your here?"
"Possible did something you don't like"
"Yes- in fact. Your arms trade is very, very well made, I'll give it that" he practically clicked his tongue with the final T. His stern gaze spun around to stare Boss down, his gaze did nothing against the crime boss, but he would hopefully change that. "I am Valnier Reikslot, a Witch hunter. Someone who uproots corruption and the worst in the society we find ourselves in at the time. You, however, ensure chaos upon everything you touch. The extent of the chaos has yet to be seen. For every illegal deal, you make, the wrong person gets the upper hand. Every single movement of a coin and bill means one less person who can afford food. Every sale means that another person was robbed so that they could buy what you peddle. Even those who do such thing under the idea that they are doing right- the harm is profound and permeate. Nothing can be reversed"
He finished his small rant as he grabbed a gauntlet, one with hooks and nails ready to bite into flesh "Now, you will tell me how to rip the tumor that is your operation from existence"
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