Kenny was sitting in a chair with his feet disrespectfully kicked up on the table. He had his hat resting over his eyes, with his arms crossed against his chest. Kenny listened on and on as these fat cats sat on their asses, and continued to spill valuable information about this and that. Something, something...

In truth he couldn't give any care to the mindless jumbo that spewed from their 'important' lips. He was just here to do what he signed up for under King Uri Reiss' name; to be a valuable, unstoppable guard dog, meant to keep people in line. The great 'Kenny the Ripper' of the underground was now just a tamed pup, and it grated his nerves. Yet, he found himself unable to tear away from this new duty, and return to his life before. Not after having met Uri in that fateful encounter...

Kenny's thoughts were stirred by the presence of a new individual that had entered the meeting room. He lifted his hat off his face, and let his eyes trail up to the door; to land on you. An unfamiliar face to his eyes, but one that seemed important, as everyone else had grown quiet.

"Yo." He greeted gruffly; not bothering to make himself more presentable.