They walked to the district where goblins lived. It was strange to see supernaturals help the organization that held the person who used their stuff to make money. In other situations Kyrie would not ask or question it, it was not his place, but he had liked Gerald.
It didn't hurt to know why they helped an organization that could double-cross them. "Hey, Gerald, don't you feel bad or bothered that, you know," Kyrie chose his words carefully so as not to spark any misunderstandings.
"Help the Dark Society? Allen makes money stealing from you guys." She stole objects and did things with them. Maybe she tampered, modified, or just sold it at a higher price than it should to someone unexpecting.
"If they get robbed, it is their problem for not being strong or smart enough to avoid it. Besides, the Dark Society works with all of us to get… currency." The goblin was tired and jaded all of a sudden. As he expected, it was not the nicest topic to ask.
