Master of Maîtres De Sang
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Post by Gates on Mar 8, 2016 3:15:00 GMT
Gates smiled politely and all too clearly stating he had plans afoot. Ramon had spoken a plan already in effect elsewhere and it made almost as proud as a new borns papa. Ramon grasped the subtlety and underlying true aspect of power. Most assumed if it wasn’t wielded one didn’t have it. Gates and those of his similar outlook understood the least done for the most gain was what power was all about. Any grand sweeping motion had to be done in increments almost too small to see.
" Your Practicality is one of your many open secrets that I treasure you for Ramon."
He nodded his ascent to the idea as he worked at another notion. “The wolves are up in arms what ideas do you have to keep them focused elsewhere. With their Ulfric being unable to settle them what would you as one of the community suggest?” He was fishing for information which he had but a new take on things as a way to both test himself and Ramons status amongst the lycanthropes. As far as things went it was an opening to really gain the width and breadth of their relationship in a nonbinding way.
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Post by Ramon Sanchez on Mar 15, 2016 6:49:46 GMT
Thinking quitely about the conundrum brow lifts then" well the lion don't gold da dox no more so give dem wolves something to do throw it out dat if its not claimed soon its up fo grabs. Hell maybe dey don't take it the rats will"
He smirked and finished the gator chunks, then the last few bites of stew. Beer done he wiped his mouth and clean ever fastidious. Glad he was on board with the plan.
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Master of Maîtres De Sang
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Post by Gates on Apr 1, 2016 6:19:46 GMT
Gates smiled at Ramon’s immediate grasp of things. He had not been back long enough to have more than a small bite that was before him and he kept his ear to the ground well enough to know what was taking place in the city even as he was not present. "That’s a great idea and where I was leaning as well. I would question the need to ‘give’ them the Docks with carte blanche. "
Leaning forward his smile moving from jovial to the cat that ate the canary and rethought the menu.
“But in the now what say clans patrolling the docks under the stewardship of the Kiss. You can bring that to your choice for the leadership of the rodere and as invitation to meet so that we may discuss things in detail.”
It was a devils deal a horsetrade and significantly more and less. Gates held no attempt to disguise that. He was playing as openly as he was able as there were so many balls in the air the only way to be transparent was to simply let what was be what it would be. While the agreements given would have repercussions the only options agailable would be to offer nothing now with more to come.
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