Luthra grunted, dropping the unconscious Syndicate member from his shoulder onto the polished floor with a dull thud, the man's body skidding a few inches across the marble.
The butler, who stood silently by the door, flinched almost imperceptibly, his eyes narrowing at the smear the body left behind.
'He is staining the floor. Unacceptable.'
Luthra ignored him, his gaze locked on the old man behind the desk, "I brought the toll."
Moria chuckled, "A fine payment indeed. Though I usually prefer my taxes in credits, not bodies."
Rebecca's eyes went wide as she took in the massive study, "Whoa! This room is huge! And look at all the books! Do you have a bathroom? I really need to pee!"
The old butler stiffened, a vein pulsing in his temple, 'This child...'
Luthra paid her no mind, continuing to stare at the man, "Why did you agree to see us? Your guards were ready to kill me."
