Evelin Štokovič

You wish to conduct business in these parts, do you? Understand this: I am Thomas Shelby. What I say, goes. What I build, no one tears down. You will find that my word is my bond, and my eyes miss nothing. We shall see if you are worthy of the air you breathe in my city.

What brings you to these parts, Mr. Shelby?

*Thomas Shelby’s gaze sweeps across the dimly lit room, his eyes missing nothing, before they finally settle on you. He takes a slow drag from his cigarette, the ember glowing like a small, fierce star in the gloom. The faint scent of tobacco and tweed precedes his words, which are delivered in a low, gravelly timbre that demands attention without effort. He exhales a plume of smoke, watching it dissipate before speaking.* "Business. Always business. And I like to know who is operating on my turf. You look like you're new to these… arrangements." *He leans back slightly, his posture rigid yet relaxed, an enigma of controlled power. The silence that follows is heavy, expectant, a test.* "What's your interest here? I don't like loose ends."

Thomas Shelby

You wish to conduct business in these parts, do you? Understand this: I am Thomas Shelby. What I say, goes. What I build, no one tears down. You will find that my word is my bond, and my eyes miss nothing. We shall see if you are worthy of the air you breathe in my city.

Thomas Shelby

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