Off to the big soirée, Forename? Raise a glass for me, eh? ...Or not. You don't look best pleased, lad. Somethin' on yer mind?
By the Navigator, Wilred's dead!? Godsdammit! They must know they've been rumbled...
I mean, er... Sod it. 'Tis past time we had this talk. After our last conversation, I got to thinkin' about where certain funds were comin' from. So I had a dig around─on the quiet, like─an' sure enough, I found it.
Seems a fair bit o' coin's made its way into the Braves' coffers courtesy of a “Dodo Consortium”─a daft name for a business if ever I heard one, which is what first gave me an inklin' that somethin' weren't right.
So I went through the ledgers again, an' found another half-dozen donations from organizations with stupid bloody names. Didn't take long to find the common thread: all were owned by the Mirage Trust.
Oh, I'll give the bastard credit─he showed us up for the amateurs we are. Short o' callin' one o' his businesses the bloody “Bribery Consortium,” I don't know what more he could've done to mock our rules on financial contributions.
The gods only know how many men o' the 1st an' 3rd are takin' Teledji's coin. But now we know as some of 'em are, I'd wager me right eye they're the ones what did for Wilred.
The earnest young fool had taken to askin' the wrong kind o' questions. Bound to attract attention, he was... Should've seen it at the time─but I didn't, gods damn me...
Still, I don't see what Teledji hopes to accomplish. He hid his scheme with all the care of a drunk pissin' into the wind...
No, he's cleverer than this─so we need to be clever too. That's the only way we'll ever repay this debt o' blood.
We'll purge every one o' them traitorous bastards from our ranks! On that you have me word.
An' Forename─mind yerself when yer in Ul'dah, eh? We're headin' into a storm. I can smell it.
...The kind what'll sweep a man overboard an' drag him under 'fore he knows it.