FABIEN
The Oleanders will weep when I take my vengeance. And it won't be these small fry who I take it out on. Nerium Oleander himself will know my wrath.
I'll put him in a hell he'll never wake from. But something else bothers me about what he said. It'll take some time for me to mull it over. The fact he's even here is a problem.
"This deal is between us, Cheveau. The Oleanders have nothing to do with it."
"Family, like we said."
Anton spits.
"Fine. Enjoy your meeting."
He strolls away. Was he only here to mock us and try to set me off? Or was there some larger purpose to him being here? Why would the Sluagh invite him in the first place?
Farad said the Oleanders gave them something to double cross us. It's hard to imagine what'd be worth so much.
Cheveau grumbles as we chat, but he hangs back.
