Ferghas was sitting at his favorite spot at the bar as he enjoyed a glass of finer cognac and a few little dark chocolate treats. In front of him on the bar was a well-loved and well-worn leather bound journal. The sheets of paper on the inside were some of the newest sorts of paper that a person could get, so there was no question that it was a rather expensive item. Expensive was what Ferghas liked, however. The more expensive the better. That was his view on life, anyways. Some would call it sad...he called it practical.
Currently, the wherhandler was writing down the numbers his "merchants" had provided him on how well they had done over the last three months. Surprisingly, these merchants were straight-laced, law-abiding citizens that only sold legal things. Well, at least on the surface and for all intents and purposes that was the case. They bought most of their material goods from Ferghas who sold it to them at well below market value...then they would pay him so much every three months from the profit they made from such sales. For them it was a don't ask, don't tell situation. They didn't want to know how Ferghas could sell them items for so cheap. It was better to simply be 'ignorant' about it.
Being the successful crime lord that he was, though, he also had quite a bit of dealings that were more on the shady side of things. In those circles he was known for being the man to go to if you were in search of something not so legal. Those things could be from large quantity of fellis to rare animal parts that some considered could be used to make a person stronger, more intelligent, more virile. According to his numbers...all of his businesses were doing very well. That made him a very happy camper.