Mr. Xavier Auzmendi heared his own steps in the lonely archway. He felt the cold and humidity of the surroundings. He felt unpleased. His family wizard, a weird magician whose title was issued by Imperial Grey school of magic as much as he knew, has told him many times that his magic works better in the quiteness of the lonely and dark passages of the underground corridors below the headquarters of the "Bilbali Iron Ore and Steel" company.

Some magic was being intonated when he opened the door leading to the wizzard private laboratory.

"Ulgu, the grey wind is full of force today, Xavier. Comm link will be ready in minutes" barked the wizzard in grey robes in the middle of the room. "I am so excited about this. It is the first game Rangers won. Halfway to playoffs..."

"What? You are aware of the nature of our activities in Blood Bowl?" the jaw of Mr. Auxmendi dropped astonished. "Thought you wizzards were only involved with science and study..." he muttered.

"Well, yes, that is our main duty. But after you asked me to connect to Cabalvision to spectate the games of the franchise, I spent some time studying the ways of this amazing sport and, contrary to my own expectations... I got addicted... I have seen most games of the DLE lately, to be honest...".

The wizzard got silent suddenly while moving his staff in magical patterns to allow a small fog mass in the centre of the orb used for far reach commlinks.

Suddenly, the fog turned "clear" and allowed vision to... the Dead Wood Rangers training field and head coach office.

"Mr. Xavier.... how... unexpected..." smiled the head coach of the Rangers looking at his own orb. "I understand the reason of your call is to congratulate the team for the magnificent victory we achieved yesterday. I guess you must be happy..."

"Not at all" muttered Mr. Auzmendi with low voice.

After a few seconds:

"Err.... so how can I help you then?" muttered the coach trying to regain composture.

"I heard you sold Jason Verrett for a mere 2 3rd picks and one of them is not even current, but future" now Mr. Auzmendi looked annoyed even angry. "I am not happy. Almost fired you when I was told. In the future, any trade should be discussed beforehand. You cannot imagine how much GCs we earn selling merchandise related to Mr. Verrett... Hope this is the last time something like this happens. Good day!"

...

Head coach stumbled out of his own office to the training field trying to assimilate what had just happened with a pale face nobody was able to notice.

"So, boss was happy with our victory yesterday, right?" asked Cedric with a smile in his face...