| Pardisal had only been there a couple of weeks and already things were looking up, way up. He had just been generally chatting to the local citizens, listening to thier moans and gripes and it seemed that they were all distinctly unhappy with the state of the trade post. There just wasnt enough time to organise it, with all the building work going on, and new citizens arriving daily. Here was his chance.
A quiet word in the ear of those that were running the show and he had volunteered his services to help manage the funding of the town and to keep everything in a good working order. Sure it took up a fair chunk of time each day and as a bit of a thankless task, but once everything was up and running hopefully he would become a well known and respected figure of the community, maybe even a few years time he would try running for ocuncil. Everybody knows those people who work with money have a lot of money themselves, and money buys respect. Finally.
Although he had to be careful, he didnt want a repeat of the scenario that happened at his last town, boy that was embarissing. Who knew you could get into so much trouble with a goat, the mayors daughter and a civic building!
Everything was not quite going his way though, he still had not recovered that which was lost, he had cleared nearly every Vanir camp in the Fields of the Dead and still no sign of it. It would call to him when he was near. Rumour had told him that the Vanir were allied with the White hand, he would have to find out thier leader and try some negotiations. But that was easier said than done, these savages seemed to only respect raw power, and as much as he was loathe to admit, flashy light tricks and vanishing animals just wouldnt hold up to well in the wilds.
He had heard of a teacher up in the mountains, someone who could teach him the necessary discipline to put more power into what he knew. Hopefully the man could be bribed, he didnt feel like spending too much time up there, there were rumours of cannibals... |