A slight scratching of pen across paper can be heard as well as murmuring between several male voices. Both were silenced by a loud and clear ring, which went on for two breaths before being quited itself by a gravelly voice.

“Yes?”

The voice on the other side of the phone was brief and to the point. “Excellent. Tell Stubing we’ve taken control of the docks near The Golden Bayou and, pending my meeting with several city officials, we’ll have purchased the rights to several lots adjoining the area. At a discount.”

With a sharp click, Ancalagon placed the phone back on it’s hook and resumed his writing. The men seated before him fidgeted but remained silent. As time went by the mound of paper by his left side grew taller and taller as the candles lighting the rooms grew shorter and shorter. After several hours of writing in which the men, while looking very uncomfortable, stoically remained silent, Ancalagon placed the pen down and rose from his place at the large ornate desk dominating the room.

Giving the business men a glance, he turned to look out the window nearby and watched the sun rising over the waters outside the Golden Bayou. Without turning back, he began to speak:

“My apologies gentleman for the wait. Despite what some believe, running a business can be a time consuming and exhaustive process. Add the events of the night to the mix and things get drawn out.” Walking over to a small refreshment table, he poured himself a glass of scotch and downed half of it in one go. Turning to the guys, he raised the bottle. “Drinks?”

The unanimous decline did not damper the good mood Ancalagon was in, as he merely shrugged and returned to the desk. Sitting back down, he pulled out a few papers and handed them over to one man, the leader of the trio.

“Forgive me for going over old history but I like starting from the beginning, though I’ll be brief. Captain_Stubing arrived here some time ago and began the take over of the city. From the wild, violent dredges of society that always have a habit of appearing when we mobsters are away.”

“I have been in this part of the Town for some time, doing my part. I’m sure you’ve noticed the random crimes and senseless violence drop since we arrived from Chicago?” They nodded in agreement. “Good. Then you should know...tonight is the night that great work is complete. Months of effort and the slow taking back of the city is finished and now we can move on to bigger and better plans.”

The trio looked to one another but said not a word, merely waiting for him to continue.

“Now that the city is fully ours, the Captain has seen fit to let me establish myself here in this neighborhood. Being nearby to my casino, the dockyards and the adjoining apartments/businesses are, naturally, now under my purview and will be used as I see fit. In exchange for my protection, I only require a weekly tribute that my runners will pick up. See that there are no issues.”

As Ancalagon went on, the trio of businessmen began to pale noticeably. After he finished speaking, the leader of them stood up and tore up the paper that had been given earlier.

“No. I will not be extorted nor let my business associate itself with you.” Turning with a huff, he stalked out of the room. The remaining businessmen looked on in shock as Ancalagon merely chuckled and motioned to one of the guys in the corner, who had until now been out of sight.

“Now gentleman, we have two things to decide. Firstly, how about are we going to provide business a stimulus to expand. I’m not here to stifle the economy and enrich only myself, but also my associates. Legitimate or otherwise.” Looks of shocked realization dawned upon their faces. “It is unfortunate that we also have to-”, A loud shot rings out, followed by a the sound of a body hitting the floor ”...divide the estates of Mr. Berkley.” Glancing over to a very old clock on his desk, he tapped his fingers in thought. “We can leave both issues for another time though as I’m weary. Come back tomorrow and we’ll tidy things up.”

Standing up, he offered his hand to both men and after saying goodbye, waved his bodyguards out as well. Rubbing his face tiredly, Ancalagon sat back into the chair and swerved around to face the portrait behind him. It was a relatively imposing figure, though heavily bearded. Engraved in gold at the bottom were two initials, that of R.G.

“I’ll make you proud father...”

Congratz bro im sure you will be a brill CL goodluck bro ...

Congratulations Ancalagon. This is a well deserved honour. I have gotten to know you quite well over these last few months, to the point that I consider you a true friend. I look forward to working closely with you and Derek under the guidance of the Good Captain, and making New orleans into the City it always should have been.

Glaurung makes his way to his boss, Ancalagon.

I know I have already congratulated you already in personal, but I just wanted to thank you for everything you have done for me while I was just your associate in The Praetorian Guard. I continue to wish to serve you well, and I know you will make all of New Orleans proud.

Louie made his way to his boss. Though he considered this man his surrogate father, he still treated him with the respect a boss deserves. Shaking Ancalagon's hand, Louie bowed his head several times.

"Boss, I am glad you are taking this next step in your life. I am, (and I'm sure it goes for many others), very happy for you! Good luck in running this part of our beautiful city"

Cograts my friend best of luck :)

Crescendo forces his way through the gathered masses, like a tidal wave of cholesterol he moves forward. Several goomba`s are caught in his wake and get pulled through behind him.

Undeterred from his purpose, he reaches the front of the crowd and approaches Ancalagon with a smile...........

"This is a fine day indeed my friend. May I take this opportunity to congratulate you and wish you all the very best for the future. May the angels` of prosperity fly by your side................."

He removes a hip flask of the finest bourbon and offers it to Ancalagon saying as he does so............."Good health, prosperity and high spirits. I am sure, you will make your father proud."

Conratz on auth  Ancalagon. I know you a bit from past and i am sure that you will be good crew leader.

My heartly and sincere congratulations Boss Ancalagon.
Your bold suit looks great on you.

SyrupWaffle bows and walks of wondering if Ancalagon will make his RH do performances upon request....

Performances?  Not me matey.

As if Mark_Sanchez could have heard her thoughts she heard him speak....

But but but... You're on that horse... it looks like an awesome show!

I hear all, Miss Waffle, I hear all.

And yes, my horse is amazing!

Anoxia walks through the crowd to meet his friend

"Congratulations Ancalagon, this is a great achievement and i wish you the best of luck here. Well done"

Anoxia shakes his hand before returning to buisness

Walks out of Ancalagon's casino with some cash in his pocket, some liquor in his system and two beautiful ladies by his side. Tony walks up and starts to get in his car when he notices Ancalasgon walking across the street.. Tony quickly gets his attention

My friend we go way back, and although we do not stay in touch often I know your business ethics and I know you will do your best with this opportunity. Congratulations and enjoy the ride my friend! Good luck!

Tony gets into his stretch limousine, as the door closes you can see smoking billowing from the door and the windows, along with the noise from multiple women in the back of the limo

Congratz Ancalagon and good luck.