Drago coughs, "Coin Guilds looking for something." He looks towards his prime meat masher, Runt. "Uh.. Boss?" Runt asks, scratching his sculpted abs, pure perfection of a man. The problem with working with such a group of great group of aggression manifest is the conversation tended to be dull."It means somethings up, something that will bring you much glory." he says, patting him on his meaty back. "It's time to rouse the boys." Some would call them a bunch of two-bit nothings, but thats why Drago was here. Shape up the smaller gangs and like a wave the whole House rises. The rumblings from the guild of goin represented opportunity, and this lot just needed somebody to focus them on the job. Thankfully, Drago was just that man.