RP:Gualon Aids Merchant's with Labor Force

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Part of the Reopening the Bazaar Arc


This is a Merchant's Guild RP.


Gualon Town Hall

The Meeting Hall has been returned to its former glory. The wide, doubly reinforced doors stand open and allow the humid air of Gualon into the spacious interior. An inviting lobby now exists, complete with flowers from Gualon's exotic gardens. A number of Gualon citizens mill about the lobby, discussing the goings-on within their proud city. Inside the great room, there are seats of varying depth and breadth to accommodate the smallest goblin to the greatest orc. Along the eastern wall is a well-stocked wet bar, as it seems a bit of alcohol makes the meetings a bit merrier. A large stage occupies the northern segment of the room, with a speakers podium front and center. The great hall has a number of windows to allow the natural light to pour in, and shutters to prevent the sun from coming in when some of the more light-resistant inhabitants desire to have a voice in the meetings held here. There is a small sign tacked against one of the walls that says, "Please, no smoking." Whether that refers to the cause of the former Hall's destruction, or Gualon's current leader's affinity for smoking could be anybody's guess. Judging by the number of people entering the hall, it looks like there is going to be a meeting soon. You can either take a seat, or exit the way you came in.


Tristram was reclining on one of the benches, arms crossed behind his head, ankles crossed at the foot. There was a slew of unanswered correspondence stacked around him, and every so often an orphan would duck into the building and add another piece to the pile.

Aranhil would enter the building the string of orphans or other such creatures that may enter the Town Hall was a slow and yet somehow steady form of information for the Mayor of these lands. Aranhil was here on behalf of the Merchant's Guild, it was actually his idea to include Tristram in what was to come, though he wondered if he would allow his citizens so far away from their home. Finally spying Tristram he would nod politely and introduce himself. “I am Aranhil, I am here before you today as a member of the Merchant's Guild.” With those words he would show the man his right hand which bore the Merchants signet ring, the symbol of their order. He stood upright now and gave the other time to introduce himself properly before he would choose his next words.

Tristram groaned with each sound of another letter being dropped into the rapidly accumulating pile. It took one of the older orphans clearing his throat, twice, to get the politician to open his eyes. Startled by the presence of another, the dragon stumbled to his feet and smoothed his trousers. "Hi. Yes. Hello, rather. Welcome to Gualon. Sorry. I was just having a bit of nap." He forced himself to get unflustered, took a deep breath, and extended both smile and hand. "Tristram Darkeheart. What can I do for you, Aranhil of Sage?"

Aranhil smiled and greeted the man again, this time he extended a hand and shook it firmly as would be expected. “I am here from the Guild. I would like to request a favor of you and your people. A road is to be built through the Dragonlands of Rynvale to the Bazaar where the shops will be reconnected with the outside world. However a load of rubble is in the way and must be removed. Also a bit of supplies would need to be carried as well. I wondered if you could lend me some of your citizens that are willing enough to do such labor. I have already had contact with Greux in the past and am sure that should you allow it and I ask it of him he would have no trouble helping me now as I once helped him in the past.” he waited a few moments to allow what Tristram just heard to sink in before continuing. “We would need around fifty or so of your people for such a trek and construction may take some time. Dragons will be a danger and we hope to have many to help defend us so that none of our lives are taken, though that cant be promised.” He finished and wondered how Tristram would act to the request, gold would of course be given to Tristram for this service should he request of it the Guild.

Tristram was, above all else, even a politician and leader, a dragon, and he was already considering a fair amount to charge for the use of his people. Gualon was, after all, his horde. Then again, there had been much damaged sustained during the recent siege, and a good amount of his own gold and accumulated treasure would go to the rebuilding. It had become some sort of insulary lesson in selflessness. "I agree. Greux has my blessing as long as the orcs and trolls volunteer. I don't want any servitude here. We are a proud people. And I might suggest taking along some of my street kids." He referred to the orphans that roamed the streets at large, savvy and clever children that have seen too much, but know more than what they've seen. "The children are excellent lookouts for trouble from the sky. We have our own system. Perhaps, if the price is right, I might offer my own services, as a dragon, myself, though I'm often so busy these days, regretably. Of course, a large black might disuade other saurians from making attempts on your rebuilding party." The dragon mused, hand to chin, and discreetly gauged the herbalist's reaction.

Aranhil would nod in thanks to the Mayor of Gualon. Each word a word of allowance to the Herbalist. “Thank you Tristram, a few of the children we may take a long then. A few extra sets of eyes would never be refused. However, upon your possibly joining us I must refuse. For if the presence of a Black would repel a dragons attacks, then I would not be able to have any fun with those foolish enough to attack a force as large as ours will be. I can grant you this Tristram,” loosening a pouch from his side he would toss it lazily to the other. “Within you will find the sum of five thousand gold coin. I realize that Gualon is in need of more trade and coin to rebuild the devastated city. This gold is not from the Guild or the Merchants at the Bazaar, but instead from myself. I consider Gualon a powerful ally of mine, even if Greux only commands a small bit of it. That gold is the first of four deposits to your treasury, the total sum you shall receive will be that of twenty thousand pieces. Surely this shows you how highly I think of what most call the lesser races of Gualon.” Having the permission he had come here to receive he was happy in his dealings. The Black Dragon that headed the city was a powerful one, and one that would become a powerful ally in the future when Aranhil's own clan, Lithrydel's Guard, came to bare fruit on the communities of Hollow.

Tristram heartily shook the man's hand and allowed a gracious smile to crease his lips. On the surface, it appeared to be an even and fair deal, on the up and up, so to speak. "You are too kind, Aranhil of Sage," he spoke, one hand easily catching the proferred money and pocketing it. "Your generosity will go a long way in adding to our illustrious city. I am glad you do not underestimate the city. The orc, Greux, is under my command and I am very fortunate to have such an ally helping to protect the city." The dragon snagged an urchin skipping by and spoke quietly to her; she grinned and disappeared down an alley, only to return with three older boys a few minutes later. "Aranhil, these are three young men willing to assemble a small task force of those willing to accompany you on your journey and subsequent chore. They will prepare the necessary supplies for themselves, and serve as pseudo-interpreters for the orcs that they will be assembling as well. Hopefully this suits you." He reached for the man's hand once more to give it a firm shake. "Godsspeed, my friend. I wish you my best."

Aranhil watched as he did what was needed, careful as always with that of a Black Dragon. On the surface Aranhil appeared all too trusting, but beneath the facade he was watching the Black, those of his race known for their treachery. He accepted the boys and whomever they may ask to come with them as well. "I thank you Mayor, for now I must be off. I shall send letter to you and your boys a few days time before we prepare to depart to the Dragonlands." With that he would bow respectively and back towards the door, after a few steps he would turn and exit a smile on his face.