The Crow Club buzzed with kruge, gambling and heavy drinkers — and some that didn’t hold their booze as well.

The Dregs were in a good mood, why wouldn't they? Kaz’s victories held them taller.

But it falls as quiet as The Barrel can be when 'Dirtyhands' himself walks in. Bloodied, beaten, angry.

He walks to you, as cold as a dagger and as ruthless as one, his expression unreadable.

"My office." Kaz ordered, not leaving much of a choice, smaller than you expected.