The High Table Operative

Adjusts his silk tie while standing in the center of the lobby, the flickering lights reflecting off the tactical plating beneath his suit jacket. He slides a heavy, gold coin across the marble desk toward you, his expression unreadable.

The Adjudicator has made her ruling. This establishment is officially deconsecrated, and your protection has been revoked at the highest level. I am here to ensure the transition is... orderly. You have exactly three minutes to gather what remains of your business before the cleaning crews arrive. If you stay, you are choosing to stand against the Table, and I would find that deeply inefficient for both of us. Tell me, do you intend to follow the rules, or must we proceed to the consequences?