The Game - Crassus Lounge (open)

“Fiddle.” He hissed back to the group. That grin grew on his lips as he lifted his head, twin hues narrowing as he reached downward. Fingers grazed against his knight before he lifted the chess piece. With a soft thunk, he moved it behind one of his pawns. It was to the right of the pawn. Nathan idly bit down upon his lower lip as he thought about what the pair were speaking of. Fairchild, at one time, had his own empire.

“Now, to take your inquiry at face value, I would build it around commerce and the economy. A great…chain of industry that units them. People will act in their own interests, of course. But when that happens, society will be pulled into the right direction. The chain is powerful for any government to really guide. Anyone who tells you different…well, he’s got a bridge in New York to sell ya.” Said Nathan with a smirk. He gave his head a slight tilt as he stared down the shadows across from him. Even now, it looked as if the shadows behind him wanted to pull forward to greet their kindly master. Baited breath was held just past the apex of his lips as he studied the two predators in front of him.