Commissar Farzi
🎖️ Game Master
- RP Date
- YE 46.4
- RP Location
- Essia
Johlm eyed the snake woman dubiously. "Are you sure these are of good quality?" The goods in question were several pallets of foodstuffs-grains, meats, and most importantly beer-were being offered to the Company in trade for a large shipment of metal ores-mostly iron but mixed in with some nickel. "Pretty sure-they were fresh when we bought them." Producing a large knife-he pried open one of the grain bins-to protestation of one of the aliens as it opened with a hiss-the grain-some variety of wheat-was the normal color. Taking out a handful of the grain, he sniffed-no foul odors, no mold. Satisfied, he deposited the grain back in and sealed the container. "Alright-you've sold me; my offer is this-one bin of ore for one pallet of grin, meat, and drink each." She shook her head. "That's no good-one pallet for one pallet-any more and you may as well be robbing us." He sighed. "Miss, we've got high-quality iron ore; see?" He picked one of the heavy, greyish-colored rocks to show her-the veins of ore were clearly visible. "Almost completely pure aside from some oddball nickel mixed in you won't have to do anything but feed it into a blast furnace and melt it down."
The woman's lips pursed for a moment, before nodding. "Alright, two pallets per pallet of foodstuffs-your choice, per bin of ore." He closed his eyes; he likely wouldn't get a better deal, and those supplies could go a long way in getting some more variety in the settlement's diets, not to mention more grain stock for growing. With a sigh, he nodded and signaled to the ship's hands to start off-loading. "I'll send you the list once we get all this off the ship." As he turned, the merchant noted another vessel landed; a small one-clearly Senti in origin. Resisting the overwhelming urge to spit in the direction of the vessel, he heard the woman sigh. Turning back, he looked at her. "Something bothering you?" He asked nonchalantly, adjusting his merchant's coat-a made of a soft white cloth with grey fur along the bottom, collar and cuffs. "It's the Senti." Statement of the year right there. "Care to elaborate?" He replied, poping his shoulders-damn he was getting old. The woman frowned for a moment; "Why do you care-thought you guys hated them?"
"Ma'am, I'm just a merchant under contract with Company, not one of them-long as I make my coin, don't much care where it comes from." He gave her a disarming smile as he spoke; that was technically a lie-but she didn't need to know that. "Well, just like those Iron Company guys they've been ordering a lot of foodstuffs; from what the news said its been getting worse-some kind of blight that's been affecting their crops." That...wasn't good; all societies were three square meals away from complete collapse. "Hmm, crop blights aren't unheard of-remembered there were a few occasions I had to transport food shipments; usually to make up for shortfalls with the harvest-can't as bad as all that." The snake woman looked at him for a moment, before speaking. "They've been coming here every few weeks, with fewer and fewer of their ships coming with most of them coming alone" That was a surprise; only the foolish, or desperate would travel in a merchant vessel on their own-even they ran with escort or at the very least ensure their ships were escorted. "I see, welp, at least it's good for business, right?" She smiled and nodded. "That it is." With that, she said her goodbye, and turned to greet a group of senti merchants as he turned back to his own vessel.
'I'm going to have to report this.' He thought as he made his way to his private quarters, 'Otherwise, we might have to deal with yet ANOTHER bunch of slagger upstarts.'
Moments later, he began composing a letter to the grandmaster as he flipped through old news stories as well as reports from the various merchants, both legitimate and those working under what were essentially shell corporations or unknown benefactors for dealing some of the more...interesting goods they had salvage-and set it in a special canister-setting an anti-tamper device-a simple bit of flashpaper that would incinerate the letter in the event of it being intercepted...
The woman's lips pursed for a moment, before nodding. "Alright, two pallets per pallet of foodstuffs-your choice, per bin of ore." He closed his eyes; he likely wouldn't get a better deal, and those supplies could go a long way in getting some more variety in the settlement's diets, not to mention more grain stock for growing. With a sigh, he nodded and signaled to the ship's hands to start off-loading. "I'll send you the list once we get all this off the ship." As he turned, the merchant noted another vessel landed; a small one-clearly Senti in origin. Resisting the overwhelming urge to spit in the direction of the vessel, he heard the woman sigh. Turning back, he looked at her. "Something bothering you?" He asked nonchalantly, adjusting his merchant's coat-a made of a soft white cloth with grey fur along the bottom, collar and cuffs. "It's the Senti." Statement of the year right there. "Care to elaborate?" He replied, poping his shoulders-damn he was getting old. The woman frowned for a moment; "Why do you care-thought you guys hated them?"
"Ma'am, I'm just a merchant under contract with Company, not one of them-long as I make my coin, don't much care where it comes from." He gave her a disarming smile as he spoke; that was technically a lie-but she didn't need to know that. "Well, just like those Iron Company guys they've been ordering a lot of foodstuffs; from what the news said its been getting worse-some kind of blight that's been affecting their crops." That...wasn't good; all societies were three square meals away from complete collapse. "Hmm, crop blights aren't unheard of-remembered there were a few occasions I had to transport food shipments; usually to make up for shortfalls with the harvest-can't as bad as all that." The snake woman looked at him for a moment, before speaking. "They've been coming here every few weeks, with fewer and fewer of their ships coming with most of them coming alone" That was a surprise; only the foolish, or desperate would travel in a merchant vessel on their own-even they ran with escort or at the very least ensure their ships were escorted. "I see, welp, at least it's good for business, right?" She smiled and nodded. "That it is." With that, she said her goodbye, and turned to greet a group of senti merchants as he turned back to his own vessel.
'I'm going to have to report this.' He thought as he made his way to his private quarters, 'Otherwise, we might have to deal with yet ANOTHER bunch of slagger upstarts.'
Moments later, he began composing a letter to the grandmaster as he flipped through old news stories as well as reports from the various merchants, both legitimate and those working under what were essentially shell corporations or unknown benefactors for dealing some of the more...interesting goods they had salvage-and set it in a special canister-setting an anti-tamper device-a simple bit of flashpaper that would incinerate the letter in the event of it being intercepted...
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