Funny, if the worst thing you can say about monsters is that you can't sell them anything. It's not exactly Isaak's sole complaint, but it's frustrating. He doesn't particularly relish being ignorant about the way things work around him.
"It wouldn't be my first choice, but we're all making the best of a bad lot, aren't we?"
He leans back for a moment's consideration, hands folded in front of him. The truth is, the specifics of what he does are of little concern to him. Isaak is-- or has been-- loyal to the Koshka Brotherhood because it has won that from him, because the privileges have always been worth his devotion. But he has always done what seemed best, taken the most efficient route toward his goals. As a young man it had been the obvious way forward; and later, there had never been a compelling reason to sacrifice the power and the money and the influence for anything. Until Viktor died.
He's nearly surprised how little he misses it, save the trappings of power.
"To be honest, I'd just about decided to retire. Live out my days in tropical anonymity." With a short laugh, he lifts his glass in a mock toast. "So much for that, hmm?"
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Funny, if the worst thing you can say about monsters is that you can't sell them anything. It's not exactly Isaak's sole complaint, but it's frustrating. He doesn't particularly relish being ignorant about the way things work around him.
"It wouldn't be my first choice, but we're all making the best of a bad lot, aren't we?"
He leans back for a moment's consideration, hands folded in front of him. The truth is, the specifics of what he does are of little concern to him. Isaak is-- or has been-- loyal to the Koshka Brotherhood because it has won that from him, because the privileges have always been worth his devotion. But he has always done what seemed best, taken the most efficient route toward his goals. As a young man it had been the obvious way forward; and later, there had never been a compelling reason to sacrifice the power and the money and the influence for anything. Until Viktor died.
He's nearly surprised how little he misses it, save the trappings of power.
"To be honest, I'd just about decided to retire. Live out my days in tropical anonymity." With a short laugh, he lifts his glass in a mock toast. "So much for that, hmm?"