He gave this place some credit. When he had been in exile, he had to work through channels and appropriate middlemen. Here, he had an office that overlooked the city, far enough to not have to see the squalor of the westside. It was lucrative to be a thief, to take things that belonged to others, to 're-appropriate'. It was called 'Corporate Business' and he had someone that lied about his fiances, and someone else that stepped in to 'fix' things if he broke them. It was easy enough for him to take over his old territory. They didn't know his name, but they knew his marks and his scars, and when he walked in, the fell in line. The stories lived on. It was why he looked slightly confused when someone knocked on the door to his office. "I didn't think I had an appointment," he said, "and don't start with the: I don't know why I'm here - or the 'I don't know what I want' thing. If you're going to try that, leave." he said. He was the King of Thieves, the one that befriended the Knife, that married the crime lord (who was really a female), and had more on his resume than most knew. "Come here knowing what you want and how I can help you get it. Better yet, tell me how much I'm in to earn."
