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Jaek had begun his descent down to where Ottaga Boff most likely lie. Unless Hemsley lied this should be the place. He'd have a word with Boff. After kicking his ass. And wrecking his shit. And kicking his ass.

The Frostarian mercenary sprinted down the stairs and through whatever corridors lie ahead, effortlessly dealing with whatever guard that happened to be in his way. Within just about a minute Jaek had found his way to the "throne room." Two large wooden doors stood in front of his way. "Now how to go about this..."

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Several tables filled the large room that was the throne of Ottaga Boff, the leader of the Boff Gang. Years of criminal activity under the guise of one of Zenith's most well known businesses had gained the criminal lord massive wealth. The wall to the right of the Minotaur's throne was an open safe overflowing with Zenithian coinage. Out in front and to the left were tables either converted to pool or being used for various gambling games. A hazy fog from the copious amounts of smoking hung heavy in the air.

The usual din of countless conversations suddenly quieted down when they heard shouting outside of the big wooden doors. The guards nearby tensed and pulled out their swords. The shouting soon quieted followed by several seconds of agonizing silence. Boff sat up a bit in his throne and snorted, causing the ring in his nose to jingle.

The large wooden doors swung open, kicked by the Frostarian behind them. One even flew off a few of its hinges. Jaek stepped into the doorway. "Sup bitches."