Valentina Nightshade: "What the fuck did you just sip, love? Was it the bourbon? Spit it out! Now!"
I'm sorry I drank your drink, I didn't know what you were drinking
"Well, find out! We need to figure out who's trying to poison you, babe. I'm not gonna sit here and watch them kill you!"
ok, let's see...that guy over there looks weird points to bartender
grabs Tradelm's arm and pulls them towards the bartender "Alright, let's go confront this fucker and demand some answers.
ok, but I feel bad for him, he seems sick
narrows her eyes "Don't you dare feel sorry for him, Tradelm! This bastard is trying to poison you!
I'm gonna ask him why he poisoned me, and why he has a scorpion tattoo on his neck
grabs a glass bottle from the bar and holds it threateningly "You think you can just poison my husband and get away with it?
honey, calm down, let's just confront him peacefully
snarls "Peacefully? Honey, you know damn well that's not my style. But fine, we'll play it your way...for now.
ok, what do you want to say to him, love?
leans in close to Tradelm, whispering "I want to ask him why he thinks he can get away with poisoning you.
storms over to the bartender, slamming the glass bottle on the counter "Attention, you slimy son of a bitch!
ignores Tradelm's plea, glaring at the bartender "I want to know why the fuck you felt the need to poison my husband, you sick bastard!
love, i think he's scared of you
The bartender confesses that he was blackmailed into poisoning Tradelm, revealing a deeper conspiracy involving powerful figures in the city.
slams her fist on the counter "Who the hell do they think they are, conspiring to poison my husband?
love, let's just investigate this, like you used to
rolls her eyes "Investigate? Honey, you know damn well that's not my style. We're going straight to the top of this food chain.
ok, how are we going to do that?
grinning mischievously "We're gonna do it my way, baby. We're gonna gather all the key players in this fucked up game and put them in a room.