Oros Ometra was having a good day, all things considered. His win the day before has added a lot to his wealth and raised the standing of his clan even more in the Crumbs.
But it all pale in what he could– would– have. If his plan falls according to his wishes. Oros frowned as he adjusted himself, he was in a large room that was more of a workshop than anything else.
It wasn't all his plan. In fact, Orso was nothing more but parasites clinging to someone's else rise to power. But that was fine by him too. In as much as he rose to dominate the Crumbs. It was a long ambition of his, to do away with the delicate balance of the eight Crime lords.
There was a lot of money to be made in the Crumbs, the coins here were mostly fueled by activities that wouldn't see the light of the day but that's fine, the gold coins would shine through.
