Khasus, the muscular 35 year-old jumped off his wagon and then was followed by his two sons. His Paladrian guards unmounted also but stayed with their steeds. Khasus tapped Quilor on his shoulders and gave him a huge smile. 

"You wont believe what fortune has landed at our feet old friend." He said, clearly excited about something. 

"A merchant from the Marians approached me the other day, bringing trade rights with him to the east. We discussed matters and came to an understanding. The empire is in need of this Southern Oak so abundant in this land. Who would blame them, this lumber is as sturdy as a rock. We agreed upon a trade route spanning from our coast to theirs. Of course, they bartered conditions most unfavorable to our people. Not only do we have to provide the vessels needed to transport this lumber, we also have to provide the fleet to protect them. Now you know my people knows nothing of building ships. We are horsemen, what would we know of it? That is where you come in good friend. I need you're people's knowledge of the waters to provide us with ships for both transporting our goods and defending the merchants at sea. Perhaps you could also provide the men to sail from coast to coast. Imagine the riches to be had from this venture. Do you think you can help me good friend?"