As we both sat back down, Dietrich picked up his cup, lightly stirring the contents. "Such an occasion calls for a good cup of wine," he remarked. Then, as he took a sip, he said, "Mind if I offer you another tip?" placing the glass back down.
"Go ahead." I replied, reaching for the cup of wine and taking a sip.
Dietrich steepled his fingers, placing them on the table. "Based on my observations, you're exclusively supplying to one family. You're essentially positioning yourself as the intermediary between me and them. Let me be blunt—being the middleman is an unstable position. You need to establish your own supply chain or seize it from someone else. However, you're just a kid. If I could return to your age, I'd immediately leave and never look back. The criminal world is a hellish parasite that infects even the realms above."
