Unspoken Offer
Thirty-Sixth Day of Ikomi-eza (Ikomi Ascendant) 1348 A. L. (After Landfall)
Among the throng of folk who had come this way to see and to be seen it seems to you that the one who finds least joy in the company, fine food and finer drink is the host of it all, whose rising star it is meant to mark.
Oniso Nkosi Odorin Koire, that is Trade Master in the tongue of the city, seems neither particularly masterful, nor all that engaged in trade. He goes through the motions of greeting and smalltalk with the air of one doing it half by rote and passing from one to the other as swift as he can manage it, and yet he has no company for it, no trusted advisor or steward of the family's fortunes at his side.
It is as much for curiosity's sake as sympathy that you approach him offering apologies for the disturbance you have just been party to, sincere apologies as far as they go, but still making it clear that you could not let the affront to any in your company pass without note, or simply stuff a man's mouth with gold to silence him. Here the demands of honor and those of good stewardship of one's purse go hand in hand.
"I understand... you were not... that is you did not start the trouble and it was I who failed to put an end to it," he offers, stumbling his way into what was probably more of an admission of fault than he had meant to.
"Fights like that, like squalls at sea are." What a pair you make, each struggling to find the right words to the moment.
Thankfully you spot Swift Pebble nearby sampling some of the local
pine nuts with a quizzical tilt to her head as though she cannot quite make up her mind if she likes them or not.
"Easier to speak without words if you like?" you offer to the young lord.
He hesitates, but only a moment before nodding, the uncertainty of strange magic overcome, or so it seems to you, by the anxiety of a naturally shy disposition thrust into a stage he was not prepared for.
"Thank you, you saved my family from the death of dishonor," the raw admission spoken without the artifice and the veils of polite fiction all but stuns you.
"It was no more than we would have done for any ship being boarded by pirates and the journey north was its own reward as the profit of our holds shows," you finally manage to get out.
"Mother says it is dangerous to associate with foreign magicians, not knowing whence their powers spring, but you are no magician for all you are a foreigner and you have acted with nothing but honor to me and mine. I think you are a worthy friend and as the head of the House I offer friendship in return." Swift Pebble stops as the boy gathers his thoughts.
"Many are the debts we must pay and not all of them can be paid with coin alone. We have had to take the muddy road in many places where the dry one would have been too costly..."
The thought cuts off as the otter-kin realizes the meaning is not getting across, eventually she manages to tease out that it means something like 'pinching pennies', though she is now confused as to why one would want to pinch metal.
"Our guard has seen better days, many of the most experienced of them have been sent as levy to the war, leaving no one but greybeards and striplings to guard our interests in the city and the former do not have as much luck training the latter with the weight of many winters on their shoulders. Though I cannot now pay for the services of such a skilled warrior to train them I would give bond-oath to repay the service when the fortunes of the House are not balanced on reeds."
You are getting a bit better at teasing out the meaning of Swift Pebble's translations, he is offering a favor to be repayed at a later time in exchange for the training of the sworn men of his House. You nod and say that you would give him an answer soon after you had consulted with your fellow founders of the Fellowship.
Unlocked Train the Soldiers of House Koire
Who do you speak to next?
[] A broad shouldered bear of a man wearing the tall cylindrical hats of the Priesthood of Ashinu, he had been the one to bless the opening of the feast thought you had not seen him since, yet now he seems interested in speaking to Swift Pebble, though she is hesitant to approach alone as she does not understand the gods of this realm all that well
[] Antonio motions you over to speak of the raising of horses, particularly with an eye to capturing the wild horses of this land to perhaps breed with your own stock
[] A man wearing not robes but red fringed pants, one of the first such garments you have ever seen would like to speak of your journeys. According to Esha he is one of an order sworn to carry messages to far off places while keeping them secret and safe from all eyes, likely he wants to hear of the less fantastical parts of your journeys, perhaps more
[] Zaia managed to find a book seller of all things among the guests, but unsurprisingly rare books are quite expensive, too much so for him to make any promises of the company finances on his own account
OOC: You cannot speak to Bragi at the moment, Roland can no longer see where he is.