Urko
First Post
Morning at Steadfast Reach
The night passes uneventfully. Kolbek himself comes to wake the humans and call them to breakfast, which takes place on a veranda on the back of the house. The veranda overlooks a small walled garden with a fountain. Beyond it, you can see orderly fields, neatly laid out with lines of trees between them. Workers move slowly up and down the rows and in and out of the huts and sheds which are scattered at intervals throughout the grounds.
Your breakfast is a rice dish with vegetables and fish. It is sharply spiced, but tasty. Kolbek directs your attention to the assorted fruits at the center of the table, explaining that everything you’re eating was grown right here. ”We’re starting to produce enough food that we’re exporting the excess. I’ll have you know that Steadfast Reach’s koabas,” he indicates a basket of nearly cubical red fruits, ”have been served at the King’s table.“ His pride as he stares across the fields is evident. ”Of course, most of our business comes from non-food plants. Dyes and alchemical components, mostly. We’ve got buyers as far away as Aerenal.” He turns back to the table and takes his seat at the head.
”Ten years ago, this land was nothing – just trackless jungle. I’ve turned it into something more, something of value. We produce things that the world needs, and profit handsomely from it, I’m not ashamed to say. I’m proud of what I’ve done here, and I’m not about to be driven off, by savage reptiles or the machinations of a dragonmarked House. We were hit again last night. Not a big attack – no one was even hurt, but an entire patch of Xen’drik yellowsquash was plundered. That section was under guard by trained razorclaws, but they never saw a thing. The buggers are getting cleverer, I’ll grant them that. Must have magical resources of one sort or other. Shamans and such, I suppose.”
He unrolls a parchment map on the table, similar to the one Calabas showed you at your interview. ”Sorry we don’t have any better maps. I’ve been wanting to bring in a real cartographer here, do a detailed survey of the whole area, but that hasn’t happened yet – always seems to be something more pressing. Anyways, you can see here Steadfast Reach and the Tharashk place.” His face darkens in a scowl. ”And that jagged line is where we think the poison dusk live. About twenty miles from here. Of course, they probably have a camp of one sort or other closer by that they do their raiding from.” He rolls the map back up and tosses it into the center of the table for one of you to pick up. "But I’ve listened to myself yammer long enough. Tell me, what are you going to do to secure my plantation, and what do you need from me to do it?”
The night passes uneventfully. Kolbek himself comes to wake the humans and call them to breakfast, which takes place on a veranda on the back of the house. The veranda overlooks a small walled garden with a fountain. Beyond it, you can see orderly fields, neatly laid out with lines of trees between them. Workers move slowly up and down the rows and in and out of the huts and sheds which are scattered at intervals throughout the grounds.
Your breakfast is a rice dish with vegetables and fish. It is sharply spiced, but tasty. Kolbek directs your attention to the assorted fruits at the center of the table, explaining that everything you’re eating was grown right here. ”We’re starting to produce enough food that we’re exporting the excess. I’ll have you know that Steadfast Reach’s koabas,” he indicates a basket of nearly cubical red fruits, ”have been served at the King’s table.“ His pride as he stares across the fields is evident. ”Of course, most of our business comes from non-food plants. Dyes and alchemical components, mostly. We’ve got buyers as far away as Aerenal.” He turns back to the table and takes his seat at the head.
”Ten years ago, this land was nothing – just trackless jungle. I’ve turned it into something more, something of value. We produce things that the world needs, and profit handsomely from it, I’m not ashamed to say. I’m proud of what I’ve done here, and I’m not about to be driven off, by savage reptiles or the machinations of a dragonmarked House. We were hit again last night. Not a big attack – no one was even hurt, but an entire patch of Xen’drik yellowsquash was plundered. That section was under guard by trained razorclaws, but they never saw a thing. The buggers are getting cleverer, I’ll grant them that. Must have magical resources of one sort or other. Shamans and such, I suppose.”
He unrolls a parchment map on the table, similar to the one Calabas showed you at your interview. ”Sorry we don’t have any better maps. I’ve been wanting to bring in a real cartographer here, do a detailed survey of the whole area, but that hasn’t happened yet – always seems to be something more pressing. Anyways, you can see here Steadfast Reach and the Tharashk place.” His face darkens in a scowl. ”And that jagged line is where we think the poison dusk live. About twenty miles from here. Of course, they probably have a camp of one sort or other closer by that they do their raiding from.” He rolls the map back up and tosses it into the center of the table for one of you to pick up. "But I’ve listened to myself yammer long enough. Tell me, what are you going to do to secure my plantation, and what do you need from me to do it?”
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