Snippet #2664479

Ottaga gave pointed stares to Jaek's Kiffar pet. Who is this shmuck? His chest heaves as he puffs impatiently, his eyes drifting sideways to one of his men.

The being, another minotaur but a bit smaller, literally black in skin tone with light grey eyes feels Boff's gaze. And when the boss shifts in his seat to pay his attention to Jaek, he caught the glimpse at the Kiffar and shifted his own position, shuffling his playing cards.

"My. I never thought I'd see a Frostarian whimpering over an embroidered cloth." He smirks, boredly placing a fist under his chin while waving his free hand through the air "Fine. You want to know why I dropped you? You and your people are too close. You're risky business, Frost Giant." The bull stands, his hooves thumping on the stage of which his throne was on. "You think Ottaga Boff wants to do business with some brick who likes to tussel with Zenithian Guard Captains?" He takes one step forward, raising his voice more. "With one of the most closely watched species in this city?" He stands on the middle stair of the three that led to his stage, his men paused in each of their activities as they glared at the visitors. "With someone who dances in and out of the Court Mage's Tower!" He bellows, naked chest heaving.

"Do not think me a fool.." There was a long pause before he chuckles, turning and slowly sauntering back to his seat. "Now.. What my men here have done to keep this company running smoothly is of no known knowledge to me." He sits with a sigh in his chair, slouched again. "So try and persecute me for their actions if you wish."