Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20160618002914/@comment-25126355-20160815121418

Luthor arched his eyebrow with a smile, sipping his wine. "Damian... I come to you as a friend, yet you try to take advantage of a situation that breaks my heart? Do you really think I'd allow you to try and turn a profit from my family, while my sister's fate hangs in question?" He asked, his voice as sweet as honey, much different from his words.

"Now, the situation as I see it, is rather simple. If you refuse to assist me, I'll have no choice but to suspend all Hassildor business activities in Northpoint for the duration of the war. Now, say the war ends before the end of the year, that'll still cost you... about 80,000 septims. However, if you agree to help me, that'll give me sufficient reason to argue to my father to keep those activities untouched, not to mention the fact that we'll willingly pay you 100,000 septims. And you know what? to avoid the discomfort of you thinking you could manipulate me, and because it's your dear sisters wedding, I'll be willing to throw in an additional... 20,000. Which I could easily pay up front. Now, how does that sound? No more awkwardness between us?" He asked, tilting his head with a confident smile, sipping away at his expensive wine.

Unlike Jannia, money meant a great deal to Luthor. Whereas his sweet sister had always spent their family's money so easily (for her charities, projects, clothes, etc.), he was learning the ways of how to run the multi-billion Hassildor empire. He had already made a pretty penny from his dealing in Hammerfall and Valenwood, so to him, 120 thousand seemed like a reasonable price to pay to get his way.