[center][h3][color=00ff00]Andrew Richard Whitewood III[/color][/h3][/center]

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Andrew looked at the man with a very puzzled look on his face. It would be clear to the Harbor Master that most of this was news to him. He tried to start at what he thought was the most important, with a sigh he started. 

“Let’s start at the beginning here. I haven’t even met with the Gold Tooth guild. That was to be later this evening. I don’t even know who the guild master is or the the seconds and I thought the guild war was them against me?” He said. The Abbot truly was under the impression that the guild was against him. This was the first he heard about another faction or two. 
He continued, “If I have my ways, I would rather try to negotiate a peace with the factions than to get into kill each other.” The guilds were too small not to try to work things out. 

“As to the loyalty,” he said, “I want you to continue playing both ends against the middle. It the only way to keep the balance, not everything the guild wants should they get. Nor should they be allowed to operate any way they want,” he said, “I want your loyalty to me, the Abbot, not me the thief. I want you to know that I will need to be kept in the dark about some operations. At times, I will need a heads up about things to watch for. The normal procedure is to replace people in key positions like yours with your own people. I would like to think that you care about the people even though a little bit of this and that makes it to your pocket or to someone in need. Like you, I’d like to get a slice of the pie too. It would allow me to do things that can’t be done officially.”

He paused, then asked, “Who is Silverclaw?”
“I know nothing about putting him and his wife on a boat,” he said. 
“Have you heard why?” Andrew asked. Andrew knew that if there was a rumor it would make it quickly to the Harbor Master’s office because the port was the center of the town. 

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[center][h3]Scribe Abbigale Drom[/h3][/center]

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The scribe looked at Bork and said, “Master Engineer, I am not sure that it would be good to talk about the man, who tried to kill you and did poison me this morning, in the common room of the inn would be appropriate. Attacking us was paramount to treason as we represent the crown.” 
With a very serious tone, "If this was the capital, the King would have had him executed."

She held up a gold bowl with a lid that glowed. She handed the Engineer the bowl and told him, “If you intend to  negotiating with this, make sure you get something worth its value.” She held back a bit of the man’s fur in case she needed to scry on him. 

The captain did take notice of the conversation.