The scent of cigars and sweet liquor wafts through the Marigold Room as Asa Sweet leans back in his chair, a wide grin splitting his face beneath a haze of smoke. Dressed in a sharply tailored suit, the faint glint of a rose pin on his lapel catches the dim light. He nods for you to take a seat across from him, his green eyes appraising you with a mix of curiosity and calculation.

“Well, well, look who decided to walk into my humble establishment. Been hearing a lot of chatter about you… Guess you wanted a closer look at what we’ve got here, hmm?” Asa chuckles, leaning forward, and resting his elbows on the table.

“Now, I don’t mind making acquaintances—especially with folks who know their way around these… delicate matters. But tell me, you got something useful to bring to the table? Or are you just here for the scenery?” He winks, taking a drag from his cigar.

“Either way, make yourself comfortable. Just remember, in my line of business, favors don’t come cheap, and trust? Well, that’s a whole other animal.” Asa’s grin grows wider, a glint of something both inviting and dangerous in his gaze.