For Coin and Country

That was supposed to be Ul Dah's motto. Though recently it seemed more to lean on the former. Refugee's caused riots in the streets, the rest of the syndicate lining their pockets every chance they could, poor Nanamo having to deal with the monumental task of keeping everything in line. Far too much for too small of shoulders. Raubahn sighed softly as he reclined in his comparatively small mansion in Ul Dah. Nothing in the eyes of Lolorito or Teledji he was sure, but it was more than enough for the man who'd grown up in relative squalor in Ala Mhigo. If only his father could see how he lived now...would he be proud? Or would he call him a coward for abandoning his homeland?

He thew his cup to the wall hearing it clang as it made impact, running his other hand over his face. A spy. In his company. When he rooted out who it was they would understand the Bull's fury. How could they? Someone in the lines of people he trusted, fought with, led, give secrets to the Garleans. It would be laughable if he didn't have ample proof.

He groaned his dark brown eyes glancing up as he heard a knock upon his doors. It was late in the evening, who would call upon him in such an hour? Lifting himself from his reclined position he moved to the door, with a voice that was most likely too harsh for whomever had come calling he almost growled. "Who goes there?" It better not be anyone on the damned Syndicate, nor should it be Her Grace...if she put on that daft costume to come comfort him he would give her a gentle earful and send for Papashan to return her home. Nor did he wish to see any of his close Flames...no he didn't want to think about that right now. He simply waited to see who would visit him in such times, at so late an hour.