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[h1][color=D2691E]Farim[/color][/h1]
[color=D2691E][b]Location:[/b] Sorian Beach[/color] 
[color=D2691E][b]Time:[/b] Late Morning[/color]
[color=D2691E][b]Mentions:[/b] [color=F4BC5E]Layla[/color] [@Potter], [color=f26522]Roman[/color] [@ReusableSword], [color=5486ae]Dr. John[/color] [@Conscripts][/color] 

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Farim took after his cousin as she stormed off the scene, her words likely still recoiling in the minds of his newly made friends. But the thing about these people is they would not simply lay down and take such tongue-lashings and forget about it the following day. There were reputations to be made, relationships to be built, and people to meet. His dear cousin was throwing every chance of any meaningful interaction away and for what? Pride? Social standing? Principle? He had to get to her and try to see if he could steer the more radical ones of his family to a more diplomatic approach. If he couldn't change their hearts, what hope would he have to change the hearts of his people, should he very well become Sultan or perhaps even the Grand Vizier? 

Before he could go off on another internal tangent about his future he came face to face with Layla. She wore an expression that let him know she was sharing similar thoughts about the arrival of this Calbert Damien. [color=D2691E]"The man is peculiar and has a bit of a.....reminder of home to him."[/color] He chived to her. He paused for a moment, then let out a sigh as he looked at her with a drooped posture. [color=D2691E]"I think it is high time we talked about our situation here. We already had 2 of your siblings have to go back home, I do not wish to see you share the same fate. Think about why it is you are here, and what it is you really want. Tonight we shall speak, if only briefly, so we can both figure out if I am to help you or leave you to your chaotic and spicy endeavors.”[/color] He gave a nod, and with a rare melancholy look, turned and left her to think on his words.

He spoke to her not out of anger or frustration. If anything it was in confusion and desperation, it felt like all his life his family had drifted slowly away from him, and with this new plan to come and see each other and find new beginnings in Caessonia, he felt it would be a new beginning for all of them. Yet, as the days pushed on, it only seemed to widen the gap between one another. Would he need to bridge the gap between them or would this just be another reason that he would need to keep his distance? It all began to be too much for him, but he kept his composure all the same while seeing just what his cousin really wanted.

With that, Farim left to reflect and think on just what their conversation meant. It was tough, having his family act in such ways. He knew they all had pride and egos, much like he did, but it was a spectacle to see them act out in such ways even when the sake of their people and country could very well be affected. His feet dragged slightly in the sand, his gaze lowering as he lost himself in his inner thoughts. But as he re-approached the scattered individuals at their previous spot, he could not help but overhear something that caught his attention. A price hike? Over a social dispute? It took everything in him to not sigh at the thought, but Roman raised a good point. The rabble had to be quelled somehow.

He sauntered over to the small group and made himself apparent, straightening his posture and resuming his more carefree and personable smile. [color=D2691E]”My friend, I do not find such measures necessary, or effective if I may give my input.”[/color] He pivoted on his foot and stood to Roman’s side, the difference between their sizes catching him for just a moment before continuing. [color=D2691E]”You see, Layla operates a little outside the public eye. Your ‘tax’ as we may call it, will only harbor ill-will with many who are innocent to the events that transpired. A rise in cost, means less projects procured overall, meaning you earn less profits, and we come out short on supplies and well-worked items. Less supplies means caravans aren’t as well guarded from thieves and crooks who like to steal all our hard work. Overall, this is what we call in the business, a net negative. No one wins. Except the robbers I guess.”[/color] He took a pause, letting the information sink in for a moment and casting a curious look to see who may be watching.

[color=D2691E]”If I may offer an alternative, trust in me to...resolve things and temper the tide of my family and I shall make sure you get a favorable cut of the mining shipment that goes out next season. If anything, consider it an apology on my end for how things have become lately. I do not choose your business policies but, I can assure you any tax you levy will either be sorely ignored or cause a cut in trade that neither of us would like to see. I shall handle the spicy Shehzadi, dear noble blacksmith. I promise.”[/color] He stuck his hand out, giving Roman ample time to decide to shake and respond to what Farim proposed as well as allow anyone else to give their thoughts.

Once their exchange finished, he would then give a slight bow to them. [color=D2691E]”I would like to continue to mingle but the appearance of that Dr. John individual has my interest piqued. I believe I was looking to share a word with him during my time here in Caessonia so I shall seize the opportunity. But Roman!”[/color] He paused and put a hand on the man’s shoulder as he began to walk past. [color=D2691E]”I heard there is a festival you are holding tonight, I would be much interested if I am still invited. I hope I did not offend with my proposition.”[/color] With that he walked from the group and approached the good doctor.

[color=D2691E]”Dr. John was it? My name is Farim. It is a pleasure to meet you. This may be our first meeting but I have happened to hear a few words about you and your practice. It is an interesting one, and I was looking to potentially pick your brain as they say. Mainly for a bit of knowledge in the medical field which I am sorely lacking, and maybe even for a potential business opportunity? I rarely get a chance to meet someone from the Far North, and I like to make friends there when I can.”[/color] His approach was direct, friendly, and he did his best to make a great first impression for Dr. John.

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