"Corinna, milady," the ex-dancer says with a polite curtsy to Gina.
"Oh please, forgo the pleasantries and just call me Gina. You may have a place here for a time, though a debt owed shall be a debt repaid," Gina replies, a cunning twinkle in her eyes as she looks to the newcomer. She turns to Idrig and nods.
"So they are aware he is missing then. By now, I'm certain the Legion is swarming the city in search of him. That may well aid us, as I think of it... Yes."
She nods along, pulling a piece of paper from a pocket.
"While you did your part, I did mine. Perhaps you thought my goal was to assert our power, a grand display to make the Salucci name known. But we can hardly afford to make enemies of the Crown and the Legion." She unfolds the note, setting it upon a coffee table in the middle of the room. In its corner, you spy an insignia shaped as a lioness.
"Instead, we narrow the playing field, and cripple one of our most dangerous rivals. And so I procured letterhead from Leone Imports and forged a letter. My goal is to pin blame upon them, weaken their business further, and force them under the Legion's watchful gaze."
Skimming over it, you see it lists the aforementioned Leone Imports, addressed in the warehouse district by the docks. From what intel the Saluccis have shared, you know it's a front for a smuggling ring. Additionally, you know the Leone business has fallen on harder times and they've grown aggressive in desperation for coin. Its contents, written in Brennisian, make it appear as given orders.
Assicurati che il nostro carico venga consegnato in modo sicuro al magazzino.
E assicurati che non venga fatto del male a "Sua Altezza".
Vorrei fare questi onori io stesso...
Questa nazione ci ha tolto sempre di più, ci ha derubato del nostro futuro,
quindi dovrei provare un piacere personale nel derubare la nazione dei suoi stessi beni.
Se dobbiamo bruciare e svanire nel caos e nell’oscurità, lo stesso farà la Repubblica.
Se gli dovesse capitare qualcosa, anche un graffio, allora mi occuperò di te dopo.
Non deludere tua madre.
See that our cargo is safely delivered to the warehouse.
And make certain that no harm comes to "His Highness."
I should like to do those honors myself...
This nation has taken much and more from us, robbed us of our future,
so I should take personal delight in robbing the nation of its own.
If we are to burn and fade into chaos and obscurity, so shall the Republic.
If harm befalls him, even a scratch, then I will deal with you after.
Do not fail your mother.
"I have one more task for you, albeit a risky one. But I assure that you will be compensated," Gina says, a serious expression on her face, though you sense concern beneath it. "Take this letter, carefully make for the docks, and let yourselves be seen by those on the manhunt. Then shed your disguises and flee unseen, leaving this letter behind. All the while, my cousins and I will get our prince to that warehouse."
She downs the rest of her drink, letting out a weighted sigh and gritting her teeth. "It is the final push, my friends. Should you need to lay low, we've a safehouse south of Empire Beach, east of the docks. An old flower shop. Closer still would be the Imperial Brennisian, due west of the docks. Say you are a friend of Nives at either. Any questions?"
