Talk:Consigliere/@comment-26245503-20150326021953

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The Investigator clenched his fists as he stalks away from the Town, furious that nobody believed his claims. Nobody ever listens to him! He slammed the door of his house, only to be greeted by the whole mafia. Tired and upset, he crosses his arms and stares at the Godfather. "Are you here to kill me?" He huffs, not even caring if he had died tonight. The Godfather's chilling smile pierced through his skin. "No...You see, not everyone appreciates your skill to notice the fine, intricate details as an Investigator. Why not out your skills to actual use, and come be a Consigliere?" The Investigator's frown reversed. "You mean it?" The former Consigliere stepped forward and placed his files into the new Consigliere's hands. "The Godfather never lies." He joked, before turning away and leaving the mysteries to the Consigliere.