Cliver walks out of the office. "How many drinks did you accept?" He asks.
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"Splendid." Mundy mutters, walking over and taking a sum of money from his desk. As he counted it out meticulously, Cliver spoke up.
"I can get you the wood you need myself." He said. "I was only out here to see if my fathers investment was going smoothly. Now that the beast is dead I'm free to go where I please."
"You are expected back at St.Paul's camp." Mundy said, rising and handing the money in a sack over to Lilith.
"I'll write pops, he'll understand." Cliver replied, then noticed that Mundy was giving him the stinkeye. "And I'll tell him that this endeavor is going about as well as he expected it would."
This seems to mollify the man, who goes back and sits behind his desk to begin eating again. "Don't let me keep you." He says, waving everybody out.
"I can get you the wood you need myself." He said. "I was only out here to see if my fathers investment was going smoothly. Now that the beast is dead I'm free to go where I please."
"You are expected back at St.Paul's camp." Mundy said, rising and handing the money in a sack over to Lilith.
"I'll write pops, he'll understand." Cliver replied, then noticed that Mundy was giving him the stinkeye. "And I'll tell him that this endeavor is going about as well as he expected it would."
This seems to mollify the man, who goes back and sits behind his desk to begin eating again. "Don't let me keep you." He says, waving everybody out.
Mundy nodded along as Emmerling spoke, taking in his every word with deep consideration. Mundy was more of a surveyor by trade than a lumber man, and he valued Emmerlings advice as he wasn't quite suited for the logistics of running such an operation. Why such a man had suddenly set up a camp in this backwater area was anyone's guess. "That seems to be an accepetable compromise to me. Does it suit you, guildmaster?"
Mundy sucks air through his teeth at the pounding of the door, then walks over and opens up the door.
"Emmerling." He says slowly. "We were just discussing business. The full repairs have to wait, Miss Lilith here has requested a good sum of our stock in paymeant for the death of that creature."
"She's using it to repair her guild." Cliver amends hastily. "She also needed some professionals to help with that, but boss said there was no way he could spare the men."
"Emmerling." He says slowly. "We were just discussing business. The full repairs have to wait, Miss Lilith here has requested a good sum of our stock in paymeant for the death of that creature."
"She's using it to repair her guild." Cliver amends hastily. "She also needed some professionals to help with that, but boss said there was no way he could spare the men."
Mundy looks back at the blueprints, then gets up and walks to the shelf to unfold one of the many maps of the area. "Grayfall Guild." he says. "You're fairly close neighbors, aren't you." He doesn't say it like a question, but it's the closet thing to interest the man has show since Lilith and Cliver had stepped into the room. "We'll deliver it then. Give us short while to prepare it and we'll carry it and you back to your guild. Anything else?"
He took the blueprint and opened it up, considering it for another long moment. Cliver looks with him. Finally he takes a page out of his book and writes an amount on it, sliding it across the table toward Lilith. Cliver looks at it, and nods to Lilith.
"Have you brought something to transport it with?" Mundy asks her.
"Have you brought something to transport it with?" Mundy asks her.
The man waits a long while, then flips open his book and makes a show of going over the numbers inside of it. "I can spare some wood." He says finally. "But I can't afford to give you any men. We'll have to make up for lost time now that that monster is dead. How much wood do you think you'll need?"
"Back office." He replies. "Come on, I'll show ya."
Cliver leads Lilith toward a door to the back of the room. Through it is a small room well lit by an outside window. A Shelf along one wall holds what looks like work related papers and maps. In the middle of the room is a large, ornately carved desk and behind that desk is a gaunt, thin faced man in his early forties. He looks up from his breakfast as the two walk in.
"Thought from the racket you might be back." he says, then his eyes drift to Lilith and he raises his eyebrows.
"The guild you sent for, boss." Cliver says. "This is Lilith, their leader. They've solved you're monster problem."
The man reaches into the draw of his desk, withdrawing a pen and a little black book dispassionately. "And how much does the young miss want?"
Cliver leads Lilith toward a door to the back of the room. Through it is a small room well lit by an outside window. A Shelf along one wall holds what looks like work related papers and maps. In the middle of the room is a large, ornately carved desk and behind that desk is a gaunt, thin faced man in his early forties. He looks up from his breakfast as the two walk in.
"Thought from the racket you might be back." he says, then his eyes drift to Lilith and he raises his eyebrows.
"The guild you sent for, boss." Cliver says. "This is Lilith, their leader. They've solved you're monster problem."
The man reaches into the draw of his desk, withdrawing a pen and a little black book dispassionately. "And how much does the young miss want?"
Cliver, happy that someone is getting into the spirit of the thing, sits near Drek and injects his own embellishments whenever possible, hyping up his story and making the whole guild sound like even bigger damn heroes. The sparks fly and the men love Drek, hanging on his every word. As the tales draws to its bloody climax another cheer goes up.
The guys at the long table scoot over to make room and almost immediately start asking questions while piling pancakes and eggs in front of them, with a few more waving the ones hesitating in the doorway over. They're interested in the beast, and the battle, and you, and where you're from, and are those wolves where did you get those?
You are the most interesting people in the room, and probably the source of a pretty good story. They're not giving you the third degree, they expect and desire your bragging.
You are the most interesting people in the room, and probably the source of a pretty good story. They're not giving you the third degree, they expect and desire your bragging.
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