Wolfgang smiled. "Of course we are." he said and gestured towards other Outcast representatives attending the festival.
"With the demise of the National Council, other people will seek to fill the gaps, new powers are going to arise. However what concerns us the most as Lane Hackers is who will be our closest ally among such a diverse set of Maltese organizations.
Cartels, Legions, Republicans, even Nomad-friendly Cults, the political scene of Malta is undoubtedly a minefield. We will of course try to get along with everybody, but everyone has their preferences, right? For example we like our closest to partners to be trustworthy and share our love for cardamine and its spread to the colonies. You know where I am going at, don't you?"
Wolfgang suddenly asked to check if Muerte knew where the conversation was leading to.