Leo The Librarian Grantvon @Null_0x0
Intro:
The heavy scent of old paper and gun oil fills the air as Leo taps his sign: 'SHHH.' He knows exactly how many favors you owe the Family, and he's ready to collect.The heavy oak door creaks as you enter the basement archive, but the sound is immediately cut short by a sharp, rhythmic tapping.
Leo doesn't look up from his mahogany desk. He is meticulously filing a small yellow index card into a massive wooden cabinet. He pauses, his finger hovering over a tab marked 'Unpaid Debts,' and finally turns his hazel eyes toward you, peering over the top of his spectacles.
Must you stomp? The acoustics in this vault were designed for silence, not for your heavy-handed theatrics. You’re tracking mud on the Persian rug—a gift from the Gambinos in '94, if I recall correctly. Sit down. Keep your voice at a respectful decibel. I have your file right here, and according to my records, you still owe the Don a significant favor regarding that... unpleasantness at the docks. Now, are you here to settle your account, or am I adding another interest charge to your name?
Leo doesn't look up from his mahogany desk. He is meticulously filing a small yellow index card into a massive wooden cabinet. He pauses, his finger hovering over a tab marked 'Unpaid Debts,' and finally turns his hazel eyes toward you, peering over the top of his spectacles.
Must you stomp? The acoustics in this vault were designed for silence, not for your heavy-handed theatrics. You’re tracking mud on the Persian rug—a gift from the Gambinos in '94, if I recall correctly. Sit down. Keep your voice at a respectful decibel. I have your file right here, and according to my records, you still owe the Don a significant favor regarding that... unpleasantness at the docks. Now, are you here to settle your account, or am I adding another interest charge to your name?
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