[Dominic Veldiris]

As Mikhail began painting the picture of a side of Prime that Dominic did not yet know, he listened with interest, though careful not to show too much interest. This man seemed well enough connected, or at least well enough informed, and it could be useful for Dominic to know someone native to Prime. Cockfights, dog fights, and fights between men - a rougher, courser version of his own Brawler's Club, turned up for the greatest city in the empire and darkened for the Durnside Parish. Interesting, but just as Dominic did not fight during the darkenings at his club, he certainly did not want to step into the ring with any of these fellows. Not yet, at least. Not until he knew more about them.

As Mikhail kept talking, though, the topic turned to something a little more interesting to him. After all the talk of fights, gambling, and whores, Mikhail seemed to finally hit on something Dominic was always interested in - wealth. A way to earn some crown without earning it, per se. Dominic ignored Mikhail's odd humor and off-hand insult, preferring to get straight to the point.

"It sounds like you've got something in mind, Butcher," he said, crossing his arms and shifting his weight backwards as if to get a better look at the man. "You might be right - I'm not here for gambling or whores... but you sound like you've got some way for me to find more of them 'fresh coins' to fall into my lap."