Enricho hid the dread from his face. The past few days have been hard and heavy on his mind.

First Shaggs, then g0d.. Enricho started to wonder if maybe he was a curse in times like these. Shaggs getting cut down would have been one thing, but Enricho had ran to his friend and long time rival StripheCorelli for protection and to help through the chaos of what was happening.

Damn it all, I'm late for the first meeting that I planned

Enricho ran to rogue ally where a few people were waiting. His poster was still plain as day on the wall he had stuck it to just a week prior.

"I apologize for my tardiness! The Great Enricho has been met with an abundance of tragedy! However, we may begin!" Enricho exclaimed loudly as he pushed to the front of the small group. "I shall start off! I am EnrichoLives and I have a taste for the pocket drugs these rogues have on them. I ALMOST shot a fellow mafioso rummaging the pockets of one! I am deeply ashamed!"

Enricho finished without knowing what to do. He's never run a meeting like this nor de would he ever thought to have. Without taking in the people around him, he simply gestured for the next person and hung his head in sorrow of those he lost.

I surely hope Striphe made it out alright. Enricho's thoughts were broken by the first voice of the group: