As Gustavo walked out of the oppressive atmosphere of the brotherhood's den, a sly smile crept across his face. His mind raced with the possibilities now unfolding before him.
'Perfect,' he thought. 'Those fools always were easy to manipulate. A few words about brotherhood and wealth, and they're eating out of my hand.'
The Brotherhood he just left were once a feared assassin's guild in Drakoria. They had been forced to flee their homeland after a failed assassination attempt against a powerful noble family.Under Xylar's leadership, they regrouped in Astoria, a city ripe with corruption and opportunity. Here, they wove themselves into the hustle and bustle of the city,, manipulating events from the shadows and amassing both wealth and influence.
