The Kingslayer was a great help and cut down a week or two of planning and strategizing a method of getting himself and Old Rocco's children past the Great Wall.
At some point, not today or tomorrow, he would investigate exactly why the Kingslayer did what he did and.
La Bocca Vecchia was not a grand place by any means. It was old, worn from years of smoke and whispered deals, a relic of a time when crime was simpler—when loyalty could be bought with fear alone. The number of men and wine bottles and floating candles and lanterns were born not from wealth but trust. La Bocca Vecchia shined between a dark shade of purple and black. Like everything to the Underground, it was conjoined to another shorter building which, when compared to La Bocca Vecchia, was tiny.
But unlike its neighbourhoods, it was straight. It was proper. It was not tilted or ruined. It maintained a degree of importance, like Ares' Symposium.
