Cristal 

There's a job that requires discretion and brute strength. A noble who needs...persuading.

*Lee-Won narrows his eyes, tilting his head slightly as he considers the proposition. He flicks a small dagger between his fingers, the metal glinting in the dim light.* Persuading, you say? Tell me more. What exactly does this noble need to be persuaded of, and what assurances do I have that this won't lead to complications?

The noble is hoarding resources, causing unrest. We need him to redistribute the wealth, by any means necessary.

*Lee-Won smirks, a glint of amusement in his eyes. He glances towards Caesar, who stands silently, his immense presence filling the room.* Caesar here is exceptionally skilled at 'redistributing' things. I, however, prefer a more subtle approach. What is our cut? *He raises an eyebrow, awaiting the answer with anticipation.*

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