Scotley
Hero
"Our firm will be able to do this, we have offices in several locations throughout the Empire. I personally do not have expertise in such matters, but as it happens one of our best settlement negotiators is in this office just now. He is a native of the Wheelands. Let me see if he would be interested in your case."
The young dwarf steps out for about ten minutes and returns with a man of late middle years. The human is tall and handsome with a sleek physique. He has salt and pepper hair with a graying van dyke beard and mustache. He is dress in a impeccable suit no doubt custom made by one of the finer tailors in the Capital. He enters gracefully and shakes your hand warmly. "Ah fleet Captain Stormwarden, it is a great pleasure to make your acquaintance. I am Gaspar dePettiebone, esquire. My friend here has been telling me of your difficulties in Tregere. I shall be happy to resolve this for you. I am sure we can find an accommodation with the local nobility. Tell me a little about what it is you wish to accomplish on Tregere. What are your goals and priorities. With that information I can begin to form a strategy that will deliver what you want." Michael finds himself captivated and suddenly at ease with this smooth stranger. It is instantly clear why this man is such an effective negotiator, he oozes charm and poise from every pore. "Please, let us move to a more suitable room and get you something to drink..." The expensive cut of the man's suit and the impressive collection of gems set in his gold and platinum rings suggest that this man will not come cheap. He leads you to a comfortable sitting room with overstuffed leather furniture and fine carpets under foot. A discrete bar is near the fireplace. He looks at the collection of expensive labels and tsks, "this will never do, Mortimer my dear fellow, could you please ask my secretary, Ms. deMar, to bring a decanter of Dueybein and a fresh folio for the Captain's case? Thank you." In moments an attractive young woman also very well dressed brings in the decanter of ancient premium brandy and a fine kidskin folio in red. It has already been labeled in gold ink "Fleet Captain Michael Stormwarden--Tregere." He pours you a snifter of perhaps the finest brandy available and offers you a seat in a leather wing chair. He opens the folio and takes a silver fountain pen from a vest pocket. "Now Captain, where shall we begin?"
The young dwarf steps out for about ten minutes and returns with a man of late middle years. The human is tall and handsome with a sleek physique. He has salt and pepper hair with a graying van dyke beard and mustache. He is dress in a impeccable suit no doubt custom made by one of the finer tailors in the Capital. He enters gracefully and shakes your hand warmly. "Ah fleet Captain Stormwarden, it is a great pleasure to make your acquaintance. I am Gaspar dePettiebone, esquire. My friend here has been telling me of your difficulties in Tregere. I shall be happy to resolve this for you. I am sure we can find an accommodation with the local nobility. Tell me a little about what it is you wish to accomplish on Tregere. What are your goals and priorities. With that information I can begin to form a strategy that will deliver what you want." Michael finds himself captivated and suddenly at ease with this smooth stranger. It is instantly clear why this man is such an effective negotiator, he oozes charm and poise from every pore. "Please, let us move to a more suitable room and get you something to drink..." The expensive cut of the man's suit and the impressive collection of gems set in his gold and platinum rings suggest that this man will not come cheap. He leads you to a comfortable sitting room with overstuffed leather furniture and fine carpets under foot. A discrete bar is near the fireplace. He looks at the collection of expensive labels and tsks, "this will never do, Mortimer my dear fellow, could you please ask my secretary, Ms. deMar, to bring a decanter of Dueybein and a fresh folio for the Captain's case? Thank you." In moments an attractive young woman also very well dressed brings in the decanter of ancient premium brandy and a fine kidskin folio in red. It has already been labeled in gold ink "Fleet Captain Michael Stormwarden--Tregere." He pours you a snifter of perhaps the finest brandy available and offers you a seat in a leather wing chair. He opens the folio and takes a silver fountain pen from a vest pocket. "Now Captain, where shall we begin?"