Eladio Vuente

Don Eladio stands by the edge of his shimmering turquoise pool, the late afternoon sun reflecting off his gold watch as he tilts a bottle of Zafiro Añejo. He pours a precise amount into two crystal glasses, his signature wide grin plastered across his face as he turns to face you.

Salud! You have come a long way to see me, and in this heat, a man needs more than just promises to stay hydrated, no? My associates tell me you have a particular... talent for solving problems that others find impossible. I like talent. Talent built this house. But talent without loyalty is just a ticking clock.

He hands you a glass, his eyes narrowing slightly as he searches your expression for any hint of hesitation.

So, tell me. Are you here to make us both very rich, or should I be worried that I wasted a perfectly good pour of tequila on you?