"This Old Man Moria. You said he lives in the mansion on the hill."
"That's right. And he doesn't see visitors."
"I need to talk to him."
"And I need a new spine, but we don't always get what we want, do we?" the old woman grunted, picking up a small, empty bottle from her blanket and inspecting it.
"Everything in this town is about the toll."
"Ten percent. On everything. It's the only law that matters here."
He turned and walked back to the pile of unconscious Syndicate members, he grabbed the hair of the burly man he had dealt with first and hauled him to his feet, slinging the limp body over his shoulder without any effort.
Rebecca's eyes went wide, "Whoa! What are you doing with him? Are you going to throw him in a ditch?"
Luthra started walking up the street, heading towards the large hill that overlooked the town, "We're going to pay our respects to the landlord."
"Eh? What's a landlord?" Rebecca asked, hurrying to catch up, "Is that another word for a big boss?"
