Accomplice in crime, who over the last months Noel befriended perhaps the most during his tenure in Avent World, was most likely found to be sleeping on the top bunk. They had one thing in common, drinking--from an outsiders perspective, they'd call it alcoholism.
Noel crawled out of bed, smacking his bed sheaths away from his body. This was a tactic he'd have refined over the years, inducing the cold motivated him to dress up and get out of bed. Setting one foot on the ground, he'd already have knocked over two bottles. The ground was sticky and smelled of beer and various other boozes. Waking up in a place like this was a hangovers worst nightmare. "Aaargh, you've survived another night Noel Raion--you marvelous beast. Surely you can take on another?"
The tall male talked to himself, shifting more of his body out of bed. He was dressed up in a bath robe, underwear, slippers and nothing else. The loud snoring from the top bunk protruded from under the deep covers. Noel recognized that snoring. He'd playfully tug on the bed sheath. "Oi, wakey wakey Kenzo ~" Noel knocked over a few bottles on his way to instruments that were also in the center hall. Noel was quite needy in terms of music, so he'd managed to acquire a lot of different pieces during his stay in Oak. Noel begun loudly playing each different instrument, until Kenzo managed to leave the bed. His collection was a healthy mix of strings, woodwinds, brass and percussion instruments.
Noel wandered to the large map attached to the sides of the most eastern walls. Flowers decorated the sides of the map, like a vine spiraling downwards to the floor.
Noel had thought of a good approach the night before. With a cup of coffee in hand, he'd been awaiting his partner who he was expecting to help accomplish this goal.
A round table covered by some chairs were in front of said wall. Noel sat on one of the chairs, and he'd open his notebook on the table. Everything in his notebook was drawn in a comedic fashion. Noel begun talking, potentially to himself if his partner was still asleep.
"Going over it one more time, ... The Marijuana Gallery -" Noel lit a cigarette. "Prominent rich wealthy people own it. Let's take control." He took a drag of his cig before going over his notes. "So paintings were a method rich people could use to launder their money. These people are probably hard Gs, so we gotta cover that they might be doing something illegal." Noel looked around him. "I assume Finn wants no funny business, thing is--it'll be hard to earn the trust of these people if we start telling them the way they operate their business cannot go on. Right? Well, here are my arguments. This thing is gonna happen whether they want it or not, not accepting it will only mean another guild showing up and demanding it. This'll increase the damage to their business most. We gotta talk in their language, money." Noel had a few different more reasons, but he'd cast them aside for now. They had to setup a meeting with a few of these artsy people.
The Majura Gallery is one of the last bastions of an older time. Founded by one of the most influential wizards in recent Fiorian history, the Majura Gallery is still owned by some of the richest and most influential in all of Fiore. Unlike other factions or influencers, the owner of the Gallery do not care about the events going on in the city nor the country. So long as they are positioned to allow their art (and wallets) to thrive, they will be happy. |