"It's why the Anklehacker gang's been so damn successful. Sure, I play politics with the goblin tribes, but I get shit done. Did I hold you outside to make you wait for me? No, I let you in, had the guards take you straight to my damn tent. Shit Valeska, I slash the throats of teenage girls, and I still have better hospitality than The Soot Wolves or these other clowns."
Smed shook his head.
"It's all gonna change when Arca burns. I've got big plans, Valeska. And if everything works out, You, me, and the mountain cats could be sitting on top of a budding new empire. Built by criminals, for criminals."