The light coffee served in the Katheer Lodge is a welcome refreshment against the famed heat of the Qadiran sun. Arriving here only days ago from Absalom, the Pathfinders await news of their imminent assignment.
A Keleshite man in a simple white robe in the Qadiran fashion enters with a letter and several items, all of which he lays on a nearby table before bowing and leaving the room again.
The three items are a silver-chased scimitar, a gold ring bearing three sapphires, and a steel shield studded with garnets and bearing the image of Sarenrae painted in gold.
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Petrus eyes an eyebrow at the Sorceress' blunt manner, before turning to Cesare.
Someone should be along shortly I'm certain. In the meantime, do take her advice, the coffee really is quite good.
He leans back to take a sip from his own cup, reaching down with his other hand to scratch behind the ears of the wolf sitting obediently at his side.
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Meredith reads the letter. "A death in the family can stir many repressed feelings. Some are warm, happy memories. Others are bitter, full of regret. This isn't what I expected to do. But this is our task."
Meredith puts down the letter and notices Cesare examining the different objects. "I have no idea which one is appropriate- unused to the customs."
She sighs. They have no idea who you are. "My name's Meredith."
Cesare knows that any of these items would make fine gifts, but also knows that Sarenrae's faith is strong among Qadiran nobles.
It's definitely Sarenrae on the shield.
Petrus doesn't have much skill in appraising, beyond "shiny!"
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Petrus looks up as the brusque sorceress introduces herself, and with a slight nod to her says
"Petrus. A pleasure."
To the rest of the group he adds
"I'm afraid I know little and less about the politics and customs of the trade princes, and nothing at all about these possible gifts other than that the shield bears the mark of Serenrae. But, since we're here as a peaceful show of compassion and good will in the wake of the trade princess' death, I'd say that's as auspicious a choice as any."
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Polo kicks open the door from his room with a loud thud. The white haired yet young halfling takes a good long whiff of the mixture between the dewy morning's air and the freshly brewed coffee. The pleasant aroma would have slapped a smile on his face if it hadn't already been beaming one.
"About time the two of you introduced yourselves! Just how do you expect to earn a reputation keeping such important things from the ears of others for days at a time? I'll ring out mine any chance I get: Polo Bolgar of the Order of Flame!"
A shadow darker than the moon during a solar ecplise slinks quickly out of his room towards Petrus. The wolf heads straight for the hind quarters of his beastly brethren, where he enjoys his own good morning whiff.
"Ah! See? Now those two know how to give introductions. Eclipse has gotten much fonder of you since you found your new companion, Petrus."
Polo makes his way to the coffee, making sure to give Torsk a heavy pat on the shoulder as he walks past.
"Good to see you once more, Torsk, my friend. Let's hope we run into a new type of foe this time around. Eclipse has trouble telling apart an exploding bone from a normal one! Perhaps I should have Cyka train him on the matter." He lets out a self-amused roar of laughter.
The glitter of the treasures catches his eye. He picks up and inspects both the shield and the sword, and only just glances at the ring.
"Never been one for finger trinkets, myself. No utility to them." He thinks on the past few days to see if he can remember any mention on the streets about the Trade Prince's preferences.
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"I've had fame. Didn't like it.' Meredith notes while still looking at the items on the table.
"Offer the shield, then?"
Meredith does turn around and gets on her knees to greet the wolves eye to eye. Simpler creatures from simple times. Ah, the old days. How many times did a wolf chase me through the forest as I fled the farm?
"Beautiful wolves."
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A shadow darker than the moon during a solar ecplise slinks quickly out of his room towards Petrus. The wolf heads straight for the hind quarters of his beastly brethren, where he enjoys his own good morning whiff.
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Petrus smiles down at the diminutive swagger cock.
"Polo, good to see you my friend. I believe we're waiting for one more member to join us, then we'll be ready to present ourselves and the gift to the trade price. "
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A shadow darker than the moon during a solar ecplise slinks quickly out of his room towards Petrus. The wolf heads straight for the hind quarters of his beastly brethren, where he enjoys his own good morning whiff.
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"Beautiful Wolf."
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"Glorious! The sooner he arrives the sooner we can get this whole affair done with and we can be on to an actual challenge! Perhaps we'll have the chance for you to show me what sort of tricks Tipple can do, Petrus."
A pride rises in Polo's heart with Meridith's compliment. "They certainly are, thank you. I am honored to have such a majestic companion as Eclipse here, but truth be told you have yet to see the most beautiful thing about him: the fire in his heart when he does battle."
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A tell elf enters the room. His bearing gives him the look of an aristocrat, but none of the nobility would let themselves get so emaciated.
Without a word he sits down and pours himself a large coffee, taking a long drink as if he's not seen the favorite beverage in some time.
Still silent, he picks up the Venture-Captain's letter and scans it. Putting the paper down, his eyes crawl slowly over the proffered gifts.
"The Trade Prince," begins the elf with a voice deep and rich like a repressed memory, "will most likely prefer the ring. Doubtful to be a man of arms and warfare, his mercantile mind will cleave to the value and portability of jewelry. I am the Deib of the Geist, my good fellows."
He reaches over and pets the two wolves. "Lovely animals," he admires, as if it's not an opinion but a mere statement of fact.
He glances forward and salutes Meredith with his coffee cup. "Lovely hair," he says in the same tone.
One vote for the shield, one for the ring. Anyone else?
The Bahjari estate is located on the outskirts of Katheer, where its half dozen buildings have ample space to sprawl across the family’s land. The largest building is the manor house, a two-story structure made of whitewashed stucco over stone. The home has several wings that fan out through well-maintained gardens to accommodate visiting
merchants and other businesspeople.
At the door, servants take your __________ gift and ask that your pets remain outside, where they will be well cared for. You are then ushered directly to Trade Prince Aaqir al'Hakam in a secluded study.
Dressed in a white linen robe tied with a silk sash, al’Hakam stands behind a desk in this small study. He spreads his arms wide in welcome, though his face speaks to his fatigue and grief. "You are a welcome sight, Pathfinders, and I trust you are here at the behest of the esteemed Esmayl ibn Qaradi. As you can tell, this is not a day to uncover fresh secrets. Rather, it is one of mourning for Zarmina Bahjari--a noble trade princess, my mentor, and the reason I ever became a trade prince. I am here to see to her estate, act as executor of her will, and carry on her commercial interests.
"It may seem strange to engage in business during so somber an occasion, but trade happens quickly in Qadira; my late aunt by marriage would actually be disappointed were I not to wrangle her vulture-like competitors into submission. Even so, it would be unseemly for a member of Zarmina’s own family to conduct business at her wake.
"Though I have inherited much from my mentor, I do not intend to sit idly and live off her successes. It is still my intention to strengthen trade routes with throughout the Inner Sea while making the Pathfinder Society my chief ally. I want you to stand as an example of what we have to gain by continuing to work with the western nations. For that reason, I requested the Society’s aid because we have only a brief window of opportunity to speak with our rivals and convince them instead to become our allies. There are five in particular that I would benefit from your attention, and I understand several of them maintain their own rivalries with one another. Win over as many as you can, and I shall speak with them afterward to negotiate any details. Is that agreeable?"
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Polo studies the tall man as he walks about the room. "You have quite the air about yourself, Geist. Eclipse can smell it... Hells, it's so thick that I can smell it." He holds his mug up, intrigue practically pouring out of his eyes. "Something like that doesn't come to one without earning it. Perhaps we can share a story or two before this is all over."
He looks back down at the gifts. "Makes sense: I can't believe the Trace Prince and I share many similar interests. Have to agree with you on the ring."
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The cavalier's seemingly unbreakable grin vanishes immediately after hearing the Trade Prince's behest. He felt as if he just got one-hit KOed in the first round of a boxing match. This is not going to end as quickly as I'd hoped. "Politics and savoir-faire. Does it get any more boring?" he mutters to himself.
He suppresses his urge to high tail it out of the estate and instead speaks up to al'Hakam.
"Who are these five companies that you need us to convince? What should we expect of each? Any reputations worth noting?"
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"I, or one of my assistants, will point out the five merchants as they arrive. Their names are Pellius Melkior from Andoran, Doritannia Raffella from Taldor, Temel Passad from Druma, Jakti al’Awar from Qadira, and Metella Rauger from the Five Kings Mountains. I understand that Passad, al’Awar, and Rauger are particularly influential."
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Something about these halls remind Meredith of worse days. She'd rather help the servants tend the garden, or make sure Eclipse is alright, rather than listen to this man blather on about business deals during his aunt's death.
He felt like a vulture to her, picking the remains of a relative for his own benefit. She fights down the urge to turn and leave just as he mentions an alliance with his greatest enemies. Peace is better than war, I suppose.
"We will talk to them. I'm not a public speaker." Bad with crowds, alright with individuals.
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Dieb inclines his head at Polo's statement, acknowledging it's accuracy.
At the Trade Prince's mention of the mission, his keen mind becomes awake. Discussing the intricacy of trade and profit margins are a welcome diversion after his last excursion involving things...eating...other things. He can not wait to match wits with those of sublime mentalities.
Of course, he's never been the one to be soft with his tongue, but hopefully that won't be a factor.
And the timing bothers him not a whit. The various habits of different cultures are never statis. When in mourning, he's heard that some people juggle baby geese....
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The various habits of different cultures are never statis. When in mourning, he's heard that some people juggle baby geese....
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Some of you may already know something about Qadiran funereal practices.
surviving family members. It is the local custom to wear at least some white, but being clean and presentable is more important.
attendance wish the deceased peace through speeches and gifts that might accompany the deceased to the grave. Not only does this honor the dead, but it’s also an opportunity to comfort the living and remind those present to make the world a better place.
During this time, family and friends watch over the body to keep scavengers away.
"Excellent. Hearing no more questions, we should proceed. I have much to do, after all, as do you."
Aaqir leads you from the study to the main entry hall at the center of the manor, where the vast majority of the guests (and all of the refreshments) are gathered, mingling and chatting. The hall's ground floor is comprised of an elegant mosaic of blue and white tiles laid out in intricate geometric patterns. Central stairs lead to the upper level and additional doors that lead to the family’s apartments. The double doors to the north open into the family's private temple of Sarenrae. Aaqir introduces you to a few members of the Zarmina family, including Aaqir's own husband, Emir Thalzar Gaatan and their three daughters. He also points out Umut Tepemkau in the temple, a visiting cleric of Pharasma and friend from Zarmina’s younger days whom her will specified should oversee her interment; al’Hakam notes that she is busy with preparations and might be available to chat later.
Finally, he points out the five merchants of interest.
How this will work:
Additional Skill: Appraise
Aaqir points out a tall man with carefully groomed hair and an oiled beard. He wears pristine white clothing heavy with gold embroidery and gems. In following the tenets of the Prophets of Kalistrade, he avoids physical contact with others and partakes in only a small number of the refreshments available. "Temel Passad is a prophet of Kalistrade, an adherent to a strict set of personal codes that supposedly aid in one's earning wealth. He is a clever man that the Society has dealt with before--typically under pleasant circumstances. His business ventures sometimes compete with those of the Five Kings Mountains, which has led to a rivalry with Metella Rauger."
Additional Skill: Intimidate
Next, Aaqir points to an attractive Taldan woman in her 30s with long brown hair. She is dressed finely but moves with none of the grace and bearing that might suggest a noble upbringing. "Doritannia Raffella buys and sells alcohol and spirits. She comes from a common household yet elevated her status through her own acumen and hard work, though she recently fell on hard times. No doubt her experience would be a valuable asset to any business venture."
Additional Skill: Profession
Next is Metella Rauger, a redheaded dwarf who wears a tabard emblazoned with the Five Kings Mountains heraldry. She’s unarmed for this event, though she often touches her belt with her right hand as a habit. She relaxes visibly around those she knows. "Metella Rauger represents several trading houses from the Five Kings Mountains, and she has worked with the Society and its allies before. She’s stubborn but fair. No doubt she will be on edge here thanks to Temel Passad’s having decided to attend and honor Zarmina’s memory."
Additional Skill: Kn Local
After Metella, Aaqir notes a clean-shaven man of average height with sandy-brown hair. "Pellius Melkior is from Andoran and has established himself as a reliable trader of durable goods in his country. Rumor has it that he has also looked into expanding his business into the River Kingdoms and Taldor."
Additonal Skill: Kn Religion
Finally, Aaqir points to a large and somewhat physically imposing figure dressed in clean white robes adorned with sun motifs, accompanied by two bodyguards. He keeps his distance from the cleric Umut, whom he respectfully leaves to perform her duties without distractions. "Jakti al’Awar has spent much time abroad and only recently returned to Qadira. He maintains a small business in magic items, and some speculate that his travels and business are primarily for scholarly purposes. What is known is mostly speculation; he is something of an unknown here."
Introductions complete, Aaqir excuses himself to speak with other guests and ensure that the funerary arrangements are taken care of.
PHASE 1
Cesare:
Dieb:
Meredith:
Petrus:
Polo:
Torsk:
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Deep breaths. Just like the old days, right before the rebellion.
"I hope you are doing well. My name is Meredith, Meredith Ulmari." Meredith does a quick bow. "Thank you for attending this funeral - it means a lot to Aaqir al'Hakam and the Pathfinder Society. In the end, I see death as a means to open communication. Look at me. I am a humble forest guide, and yet here I am, beholding the celebration of someone loved by many."
"Well, most anyway. I know that Aaqir al'Hakam would like to speak to you later on about how your trading houses and his trading alliance could work together for the greater good."
Yup, just like how Ulmari taught me.
"Metella Rauger." the dwarf replies with a bow, turning to face Meredith squarely. Her eyes dart over the forester quickly, almost suspiciously, before relaxing a bit. "Indeed? I have given consideration to a more permanent arrangement between us. You're a forest guide, you say? What does that entail exactly?"
She pauses to glance over at Temel, across the room. "Hmm. Well, perhaps you'll be eager to prove your worth. I know that that one--" she points to Temel "--is only here to cause me trouble. He's very fond of his snuffbox, and I happen to have some itching powder with me. It would be quite embarrassing were he to suddenly start sneezing in the middle of his speech, no? Take the powder and switch it out. Do this for me, and I will look highly, more highly, on your organization."
Round 1
Cesare:
Dieb:
Meredith: Metella -- (ongoing)
Petrus:
Polo:
Torsk:
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"The most important part of a forest guide is to warn people of danger- avoid natural hazards, don't eat poisonous food, and remind people that most animals are more afraid of us than we are of them."
Unbelievable. Already caught in the affairs of others. I should politely decline, though. I'm no good at that kind of business.
"Aaqir al'Hakam would like to bind all of us together, not drive us apart. Perhaps he would be able to convince Tamar to stay away from your house's ventures. I think that would be much more profitable than a mere coughing fit."
Never was good around nobles. Ulmari was so mad at me when I slapped that suitor!
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"Good evening, Ma'am, he said, showing her respect without taking on the airs of the nobility. He restrains himself from trying to kiss her hand. I'm Cesare, of the Pathfinders and I am a friend to Trade Captain Aaqir al'Hakam. He appreciates your presence at the wake of his mentor. It shows respect, something a strong man like Aaqir values."
After some polite conversation during which he does his best to be charming, Cesare gets to the point.
"It occurs to me that someone of your reputation would be an asset to Aaqir's organization, and the opportunities to move yourself up would be unparalleled. I can arrange a meeting, if you'd like."
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Petrus wishes his companions luck, and heads in the direction of Jakti al'Awar.
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Metella's expression dips first to disappointment, then up to acceptance. "Very well, I respect your honorable disposition. Still, Temel is more trouble than he's worth. If you change your mind, let me know."
Doritannia gives a somewhat clumsy curtsy to Cesare. "I am pleased to meet you, Cesare, and happy to attend. It is the only respectable thing to do." At the charmer's proposal, she smiles nervously and looks in the direction of Temel before replying. She seems on the verge of agreement, but hesitates. "Perhaps... I am not yet certain that that would be a prudent endeavor. But I shall consider it!" Her smile takes on a slightly warmer quality.
PHASE 1
Cesare: Doritannia -- complete
Dieb:
Meredith: Metella -- complete
Petrus:
Polo:
Torsk:
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Dieb gives Polo a gentle squeeze on his arm and says, softly, "I'll open with Temel, but if we wanted to join forces at Pellius later, I'd be amenable to that."
Dieb drifts over to Temel, taking in the scene. From somewhere he picks up a cup of some light refreshment and sips it minutely.
Arriving at Temel, he addresses him in his deep voice, but neither offers a hand nor expects one to be offered. "Greetings, Wise One. Our host, Trade Prince Aaqir al'Hakam, wishes to express gratitude for your presence at this august occasion. And I wish to convey my own admiration for meeting one of such rich mental fortitude as yourself.
Is it true that you have a business plan that is of divine inspiration?"
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Petrus approaches Jakti al'Awar, smiles, and says:
"Warmest greetings my friend. I am Petrus, inquisitor and humble emissary of Trade Prince Aaqir. He wishes me to express his profound gratefulness for your respectful attendance. Although we all mourn the passing of his aunt, the noble Trade Princess Zarmina Bahjari, and none more than Aaqir himself, the wheel of the world turns on still, and so we must continue to turn with it.
Although he is currently unavoidably preoccupied with the obligations of the day, he has asked that I extend to you an offer of commercial allegiance that might benefit you both. It is the fondest wish of trade prince Aaqir that after today, he might call you friend, and work together with you to strengthen and expand trade throughout the nations of the inner sea."
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Polo watches each of his companions lead the way to each of the diplomatic targets. Can't remember the last time I wasn't the first to charge straight into a trial, let alone the last.
He finds his first target: the refreshment table; and walks over to pick up a hefty piece of meat. His notable canines dig into and rip a mammoth sized bite off of the bone as his eyes wander to each of the conversations going on around the room, until he comes to a rest on Doritannia. It's clear to him that he sees her through a different sort of eye than Cesare and thinks this would be his perfect target based off of her mannerisms, but at the same time doesn't want to interfere with the bard's attempt at charming her allegiance. His own approach would be much less subtle. He struggles to read her with his limited ability-
-but can't quite put a finger on what exactly it is that she's hiding.
His ears prick up when he hears a mumble from Meredith about being a forest guide, but decides to save the conversation on that for a more appropriate time.
He gulps down a sizable and under-chewed portion of meat as he decides to turn this whole event into a game. Maybe I can convince more people to join Aaqir than the others... He tosses the remaining meat back onto the rest of the refreshments and marches over to Pellius.
Temel inclines his head slightly by way of greeting. "The Prophecies of Kalistrade show the path to untold wealth," he intones calmly, an amused smirk breaking into his expression. "And you are?"
Jakti pays careful attention to Petrus's words, returning only a simple reply. "You are a holy man? Tell me of your faith."
PHASE 1
Cesare: Doritannia -- complete
Dieb: Temel -- (ongoing)
Meredith: Metella -- complete
Petrus: Jakti -- (ongoing)
Polo:
Torsk:
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Torsk nods to al'Hakam as he explains how the procession will take place, even if Torsk is confused by all of it. Back at home, the dead are cremated not viewed in the open. Strange customs, hopefully my demeanor aren't to offsetting to the rich people here.
Torsk, listens to the host give brief explanations of the various people in attendance, and figures who would best be able to approach.
After a moment of thought, he decides Doritannia would be the best person to approach, she he follows Cesare to greet her. He lets him talk first, trying to be polite. When there is an opening, in slightly broken common, with a thick accent,
Gettings, miss. I hear that your business as fallen on hard times, as such a business of buying and selling liquid courage can be such a fickle thing. I will not mince my words, without joining an established group, your business will continue to falter, but with us you shall prosper. An easy decision if you ask me?
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"You are a holy man? Tell me of your faith."
"Indeed, although I must admit my own faith shares little with that of the adherents of Lady Sarenrae, many of whom I see here today. I am in the service of Gorum. As an inquisitor of the Lord in Iron, I am oft called to serve a variety of worldly masters in battle, and in so doing, serve my god.
I hope you will not simply think me a witless killer, eager for blood though. Many do, but this is a mistake. I must rely as much on the strength of my mind as of my arm, for it is in only the most worthy of battles that I seek to please my Lord. A fight against an unworthy foe does not do just tribute to Gorum. Thus must I ever endeavor to be certain only to draw my blade against a true and worthy foe.
What of yourself? Do you serve any of the higher powers?"
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"In pursuit of liberty, Pellius Melkoir," says the halfling as he looks up to the dandy gentleman. "It gladdens me to meet such an influential figure of Andoran society. The name's Polo Bolgar both of the Order of Flame and the Society. Ender of demonic cults, Dismemberer of metallic golems, and Tamer of exotic beasts." The red flame emblazoned chest piece he wears is protruding with so much pride that it's practically above his own head at this point.
The halfling tugs at a little extra luck to try and find a way to convince the Prince about joining the Trade Prince.
"Word on the streets is you're looking to setup shop nearby. I must tell you that Aaqir al'Hakam would be powerful partner to have in this area, especially if you're looking to go just past this land's borders and into Taldor. Think how useful an ally's way station would be here for a passing trade route. I could spread word of how mutually beneficial a relationship with you could be amongst the local merchants, if you'd like. Might help get things rolling for you..."
Polo coughs as he hears the words exiting his mouth. I'd need more spirits if I plan on keeping this up at all, let out trying to make a valid attempt. He looks longingly back at the refreshment table.
Doritannia lets out an uneasy laugh. "For some, yes, this is so." After a bit of good-cop bad-cop teamwork, Cesare and Torsk manage to nudge Doritannia in the preferred direction. More needs to be done, of course, but it's a start.
Jakti nods to Petrus. "I am a faithful servant of the Dawnflower," he says, touching the holy symbol tucked in a fold of his cloth belt. "My understanding is that Gorum does not give much care to the justness of the cause, so long as the fight is worthy. Yet this is not precisely the practice of which you speak. Do you break with the established orthodoxy?" Jakti's attention strays momentarily to the windows and he wipes his brow. "It is quite hot in here, don't you find. The servants have neglected my request to open more windows."
Towering over the halfling, Pellius chuckles good-naturedly as Polo rattles off his made-up titles. "Well it looks like you already know who I am," he replies with a laugh. He pays attention as Polo makes a bid for friendship, but quickly loses interest as he sees that Polo is neither influential nor--he believes--ensconced in the favor of someone who is. "You are mistaken, good sir. My principle interests are in Andoran and the River Kingdoms. Besides, there is all this bad blood between my country and Taldor, and between Oppara and Katheer. No need to get in the middle of that! Hahaha!"
PHASE 1
Cesare: Doritannia -- complete
Dieb: Temel -- (ongoing)
Meredith: Metella -- complete
Petrus: Jakti -- (ongoing)
Polo: Pellius -- complete
Torsk: Doritannia -- complete
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"My understanding is that Gorum does not give much care to the justness of the cause, so long as the fight is worthy. Yet this is not precisely the practice of which you speak. Do you break with the established orthodoxy?"
"I would not go so far as to call it a break, no, yet we must all forge our own path."
Says Petrus as he strolls to the nearest window, undoes the latch, and pushes it slightly open.
"It is true that many adherents of the Lord in Iron will see any good fight as sufficient communion, regardless of the side they stand on. I admit, I do take a somewhat different view."
He turns away from the window, back to al'Awar.
"The worthiness of the fight is my god's concern. The worthiness of the cause is mine own. I do what I can to ensure I am in position to pursue both goals. My engagement with the Pathfinders has gone far in ensuring that I am in a position to do just this as often as is possible."
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Jakti smiles wanly. "I appreciate the gesture, but a cross-breeze needs more than one window. Would you be so good as to speak with the household majordomo about opening more?"
PHASE 1
Cesare: Doritannia -- complete
Dieb: Temel -- (ongoing)
Meredith: Metella -- complete
Petrus: Jakti -- (ongoing)
Polo: Pellius -- complete
Torsk: Doritannia -- complete
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"I am that which is called Dieb Geist, and I am a student of many philosophies. For instance, it has been said, by some, that he that was called Smith had an interesting take on the making of profits. To wit, I believe it went 'As each man does what is best for himself, he does what is best for the group'.
How would you say your theories might react to such a statement? You can tell me, for this is the proper stage for men if breeding and intellect to celebrate the life that goes on. Even if the event lacks a certain degree of--" he pauses to send a sneer across the room to the orating Metella, in the way that only an elf can sneer at a dwarf, "--standards."
He sips his drink delicately and listens intently to Temel's answer."
Temel's amused expression does not falter. "That would be true only if the man truly knew what was best, as Kalistrade did. And perhaps you will know what is best for you, as I see you have no care for the dwarf." He waves a gloved hand in Metella's direction. "Metella and I carry on an... amusing mercantile rivalry. It would please me greatly if she became flustered during her speech at the funeral. I am certain that she has it written down somewhere, either on her person or in her guest apartment. 'Borrow' this and deliver it to me, and you shall be rewarded with additional favor."
PHASE 1
Cesare: Doritannia -- complete
Dieb: Temel -- (ongoing)
Meredith: Metella -- complete
Petrus: Jakti -- (ongoing)
Polo: Pellius -- complete
Torsk: Doritannia -- complete