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May 25, 2005
Taking Care of Business
I've been productive on this day while the Protector sleeps. One meeting down, one (or perhaps two?) to go.
The boy was wise in meeting with me, though he was late. Fear was his motivation it seemed. Even when he attempted to haggle he feared the consequences. He's quite lucky Tzoli is an old friend, and I'd not wish to upset her.
I'd not brought up payment in exchange for him collecting the gold for me, though when he became demanding he was lucky I offered that fifty, though be it such a small portion of the five hundred I should receive later on. Had he said aloud what he said in his mind during the bargaining process his innards would be outards...Half of the work he thinks he's doing. The hundred gold that was settled upon is more than enough for writing a bloody letter and then giving the report that I dictated to him. He likely is in need of gold himself whether it be for a weapon to better train with during his time with Tzoli or other purposes.
"Information is valuable." Puh! In the end the information he wished on Gabriel was no longer part of the deal, so he'll be paying me for that then. Or perhaps it shall go free, as when my offer was eighty gold and he demanded one hundred, twenty of that agreed became his own money as I took it from his coin pouch while he shook like a leaf in a strong gale.
My next meeting shall require me spending money, however. The woman selling her masquerade mask has yet to meet with me, though if she further delays until the boy (Sekhi, was it?) collects the reward I can offer her more, and surely defeat Venice in acquiring it. I'm not completely sure why I want it at the moment though. Perhaps merely that it is a mask. I could build a collection of them for different occasions to cover these scars from Acerbe's hand. Otherwise I may briefly play the role of a performer to evade these new laws that have arisen just as my bounty has been raised as well. As my current status is, I can offer her three hundred at most, so that I may still offer my share in acquiring housing and keep myself well fed. Six to eight bloody small meals a day lately. It's as if it's a demon in my belly consuming it all and I get none, for if I am not tired I am hungry.
Who to put the house in their name and pay our gold, however? We two surely cannot.
Ah...Perhaps that weathered man, Sijavi, has been put in my path multiple times by the gods, after all.
Posted by Nybrylla at May 25, 2005 10:49 PM