Another steak landed in front of Vol, as Vagrin returned with the waiter in tow. "Aye, I'm on the same line of thought," Vagrin said as he breathlessly took his seat. "But this frickin' witches' drivel probably went on about his instincts and bollox. Don't need instincts to figure it out. You three are dressin' different. Folk notice that. And it's not like we're going to reach the top with Blackbeard's boys. We're still new blood to them, and we ain't got the chance to prove otherwise. But if you're making shifts happen, and you're getting gold, that seems like an opportunity to me," the man said.
Vol nodded slowly. It was the old sense that he'd had. What more was there than gold and glory? They needed that, as greedily as they could get it. So what if he'd violated a line that he never thought he'd have to cross? He was stronger, wasn't he? He might as well make use of that strength?
