Misconceptions and Harsh Receptions

Y'know, I'd never really thought too hard about the nicer buildings in Tradehollow. Never really wondered why there is a serving class in a place that I thought to have freed itself from all that trash, but today I ventured into one wearing chef's whites and pretending to know what I'm doing. I had to make nice in the house of a fucking slave trader while putting my faith in Grim and Bo to get stuff done. Our guests of honor were Ranbur The Red, an absolute maniac who hasn't made his presence known in Tradehollow given that the lights weren't on in his part of the building, and The Madame, Bo's nightmare. Not what I had expected to be honest. With a title like the madame, you expect to be grasping at smoke and dealing with proxies on top of proxies, but there she was, maul in hand, dealing with this asshole personally. She seemed pretty angry about something, improper materials or some shit. I assume it had to do with the attack in Vulcrom, and if so I think that the real person at fault would be her. She gives off the air of strength but sent fucking Margot to deal with the vault, like that crazed fucknut was going to get anything done. Maybe I'm old fashioned, but a captain should always stand by their crew. Not send them into certain death.
 
Anyway, assholes A, B, and C had a disagreement and asshole A got his arms broke. I don't feel too bad for the guy to be honest. Pain sucks and all but what goes around comes around, and he had a lot coming by the sounds of it. Bo was freaking out about the Madame, which was understandable. She strikes fear into him like nothing else could. Way I see it is that now I know that she can be found and therefore I know that she can die. It does make me wonder though. What will Bo do with himself when the Madame is gone? Will his fear of her go, or will uncertainty take hold? Will he ever believe her to be truly gone? Problems for another time.
 
Things started to look a little rough towards the end but we managed to get the staff out and the rest of the team. I had to stay behind to make sure one of the mercs made it out alive since he was asleep thanks to some special tea I made him. He's good though. It seemed that we weren't the only ones with an interest in that place. As for me, well I had to make my own exit. As it turns out Ranbur's goons are a little stupid, which really helped me out. Afterwards I narrowly avoided the man himself (probably equally stupid but also strong as fuck) and burst out of the door. Figured it'd be smart not to namedrop myself to him since he has the resources to make my life hell in a way that even Rex would struggle to beat. One day though. One day he'll know the name that undoes him.