On the Threshold of a New Age
Twenty-Eighth Day of the Seventh Month 293 AC
Having dealt with the guardians of the strange lake, gathering the quicksilver is as simple as scooping it up like a bucket from a well, albeit a bucket of fused basalt over two-hundred gallons deep. After ensuring that the substance has been cleared from the outside the vessel, lest it harm any who might come into direct contact with it, you stock it in the sea caves near the shrine of the Merling King, out of the way of any pilgrims but well-known to the guards.
"How many flying machines can this make?" Tyene asks Lya while still half eyeing the massive stone vessel.
"A few, but only small ones," Lya replies absently. "Meant more for proof of concept than use..." She glances at you and adds slyly: "Of course they will be useful. I would not dream of asking for treasury coin to build a project with no practical use. It might cause royal displeasure."
You shake your head and sigh dramatically. "No respect, I shall just have to console myself with the cheers of adoring crowds."
Even Ser Richard laughs at that jest. Indeed, the only one who stays silent is Mereth who seems almost confused, like she is looking at a riddle she can't guess the answer to.
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The crowds you find hours later as you enter the newly-made terminus building are certainly not adoring in the usual understanding. Braavosi lords and ladies in somber greens and blacks mingling with Myrish ladies in vivid silks, golden hairnets biding hair of silver, legion officers still uncomfortable in the finery of formal dress besides captains of the navy, many of whom still keep to the old fighting-man's adage of wearing as much of their wealth as is practical.
And even the latter is better than a Tyroshi's sense of color, you add silently.
Still, though most may not all cheer at the sight of you, there is a great deal of truth behind their smiles. These men and women from the shores of the Narrow Sea all understand trade in their bones, and they understand the wealth that comes from being a part of that great river of gold. Rumors have been running rampant of course about what the terminus would mean, about where it leads and what could be gained thereby. For once, talk of cities paved in gold and silver does not lie, but there are many more wild speculations about: from the notion that all that is gained beyond the circles of this world is 'faerie gold' and must be handled with utmost care lest it vanish with the sunrise to the belief that you will have to constantly protect the terminus and its wealth from all manner of otherworldly horrors. The legion officers seem surprisingly at peace with that notion after their victory against the Lyseni.
The most incongruous sight, though certainly a welcome one, is Khal Rhango discussing matters of economics and history before a gathering of Tyroshi officials. You rather suspect they do not know what to make of him, and not just because he had chosen to wear a silk shirt beneath the painted leather vest that most of his people prefer. It seems that for them an intelligent and even learned Dothraki is stranger than the calpinas flying around the gathering, drawn to so large and diverse a gathering like flies to honey.
Before addressing the gathering and opening the path to the Dimwell Depths you mingle with the crowd, speaking of the potential trade to come and not least of the new imperial coin and why it was paramount to begin circulating them before contacts with the realms of stone began in earnest.
Your efforts do not go unnoticed by one of the more knowledgeable individuals in the gathering. "Sometimes I wonder, Your Grace, that you do not grow tired of playing tutor to hundreds upon hundreds who should have learned better on their own," Lady Uraka notes. "I have certainly found it wearying at times."
"Ah, but there are compensations, are there not?" Though you could not tell it from her severe dress and austere manner, you have it on good authority that her fortunes in the arcane leadership of the Iron Bank had only been growing over the past months.
She nods with a knowing gleam in her eye before drifting on to speak to representatives of the Myrish Glassmakers' Guild, no doubt to either offer them a deal or lay the groundwork for one.
What do you say to the assembled guests on this momentous day?
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OOC: After the speech will be the report from Ghis. I thought of putting it into this update, but it just does not fit to be getting military reports at a social gathering.