Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20200326185554/@comment-28358106-20200403214545

"Because, Commander, they would all die, starting with you, sir. And that would be very foolish."

Dorian places his other hand on his flintlock, tucked in his sash, to drive his point.

"But it needn't be so. You are no fool, lording, and I am not your enemy.  I am here on behalf of someone who has their suspicions about your activities.  Because my loyalties do not lie with them, I have decided to offer you the opportunity to shift things to your advantage, should you so choose.  I am a man of commerce, not politics."

His fingers idle on the grip of his pistol.