Dolph casually strolls the streets, as he often does to relax and relieve his mind of certain duties. Constantly, throughout the many days, weeks, and months he hears the whimpers of wounded pups in the orifice of gangsters. Passing a crowd of seemingly upset and displeased individuals he is overcome with the urge to pause and speak peace.

_{Its not a wonder of whom has done what , I'm sure its plenty obvious on numerous occasions that the regime of Mafia heads have leveed punishment amongst perceived rebellion.}

Clearly disgusted at the childish banter that continues to harass his ears

_{We know exactly why those named have died. The only question to be had is...Are you going to do something about it. Understanding doing "something" requires EFFECTIVE ACTION. Taking ignorant, minute jabs is an insufficient happening and only results to more whining about gangster being...}

Placing his finger on his chin, looking into his mind's eye as if searching for a hidden key to a hidden door.

_{hmmm, how could say this..}

Dolph embraces a dramatic pause not to go over his thoughts, for he know exactly what he was going to say, but to linger the focus he felt emanating from the few engaged.

_Gangsters!

Finally believing to have some sort of attention from the hoard that had begun to congregate, Dolph began to leave an offering of peace

_{I would like to see actual comradery in those considered outsiders. please take in to consideration that United you stand and Divided you fall. One action by the minute can affect the absolute in the worse way. Blessings and Grace to all that seek True Salvation.}

I will hurt you for this. A day will come when you think you are safe and happy, and your joy will turn to ashes in your mouth. And you will know the debt is paid

I'll tell you what. I'm going to give you a present. After I raise my armies, and kill your traitor brother, I'll give you his head as well.

_{I assure you fire shall rain on no righteous man's head, yet that hell shall be seen by those whom believe death is possible.} 

Dolph peers hard as he seems to recognize the particular imbecile before him by the name of Brant

_{Brant, I believe I remember you. Aren't you the individual that sent private messages to my office harassing I for no good reason? I'm sure its thinking like yours that brings death upon Good people. I encourage you to pray..for watching your back will only allow you to see death coming early. blessing and glad tidings of new life my friend.}

Dolph's smiles resembling his brother Lucifer, truly happy to see progress

All men must die, but we are not men.

Dub tilts his head slightly at a man symbolizing air quotes every time he speaks. 

What an odd fellow...

You think my life is such a precious thing to me, that I would trade my honor for a few more years...of what?