The door to the office of Reynard Alban Flint, silent elder of Serenity’s Edge and owner of one of the largest Verronium supply companies in the country opens and the two thugs that were at the Jagged Lantern bothering Hugh Sparks earlier that day walk in.
“Well? Did you take care of it?”
“He says you want him to continue bringing in all that cargo, you need to go talk to him yourself. Says he ain’t having all that food come through his place for you when most of the people of the town can barely make it through a winter.” Ryker reports.
Reynard sits back in his chair and drums his fingers on his desk.
“Oh he did did he? Well maybe he needs to be reminded that I am in charge here, not him. You and Sebastian need to go back tomorrow, take Leo with you as well, and maybe have a chat with his missus. That might light a fire under him. If they still refuse, you will inform them that they will continue to ship our food through or their youngest boy will find himself staying with us for awhile, got it?”
“Yes Mr. Flint.”
After the two leave his office, Reynard yells for his assistant.
“Yes Mr. Flint?” The young woman has paper ready to take notes for whatever her boss needs her to do, but is hoping it will wait til tomorrow so she can go to her quarters and get some sleep. They’d been at work since dawn and it was now almost eight o’clock.
“I need you to get a hold of Augustus, Marcellus, and Cyrus first thing tomorrow morning and tell them we need a meeting. Just tell them the citizens are getting unruly. You may go get some sleep now. Thank you Emily.”
“Yes Mr Flint. Thank you. Goodnight sir.”
He sits back in his chair, hands under his chin, as he contemplates how to continue to keep control of this town until their production is done.