- His stomach behaving once more, Thancred is ready to get to work.
Be thou assured that I am quite recovered. Lassi is truly a boon for unruly stomachs. |
Is it truly so amusing to see my hair bound? 'Tis how I used to wear it. A functional fashion.
Perhaps you were confused by how you found me following Nidhogg's demise. It had fallen loose after the chirurgeons removed me from my armor and put me to bed. I simply decided to leave it that way for a time, seeing as I would not don the Azure Dragoon's helm again. |
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Right, let us split up and make inquiries in town. Forename, the pier is yours.
Once we have learned what we can, we regroup by the aetheryte...off-putting though the mere sight of it may be.
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Well now, if it isn't a traveler... You're a rare sight in these unsettled times.
People have been giving us a wide berth since that accursed tower suddenly appeared on Narunnair.
If it just stood there and loomed ominously, perhaps things would be fine after a fashion, but no─it had to spawn fell fiends as well.
We still have our lives thanks to the Radiant Host, but business is as good as dead. What'll become of us, only the gods know... |
It's a shame not everyone's as brave as you. Or foolish. |
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The crate is laden with fruits, but they are on the verge of spoiling, as if they have been left too long.
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System
Gazing out from the pier, you spy boats moored off nearby isles, with the silhouettes of larger seafaring vessels farther away.
Compared to other ports you have visited in the past, there appears to be very little activity.
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What am I doing? Oh, recording my sales. Still do it daily out of habit, though I don't know why I bother. Hardly sell anything these days.
Business has never been this terrible...but I suppose things could be even worse. I could have a consortium to keep afloat, like Khalzahl.
I don't envy his position. Better to be alone with my little operation, I've come to realize.
You're a traveler, by the looks of you? If you have a moment, perhaps you could pay Khalzahl a visit. He'd be glad for tidings from abroad.
Like as not, you'll find him at the Saltwind's Sails, the harbor guild building across the water from here. |
If times are tough for me, they must be a thousand times worse for Khalzahl. I can't help but worry for him. |
And what do you expect me to do? |
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The Dalmascans aren't coming!? But we already have everything they ordered! What are we supposed to do with it?
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I don't know, but yelling at me isn't going to help. All I know is that their plans have changed, and that's that.
Look, you must have known this might happen. The Empire is at war with itself, and the provinces are in chaos.
And then there's the tower sitting on our doorstep spitting out monstrosities.
The city has its defenses, but we've been afforded no protection out here. We can't blame foreigners for not wanting to take the risk. |
Gah! But this will be an enormous loss!
All right, all right... Forget about the Dalmascans. Surely some ships are still coming?
We have fresh produce, handicrafts, medicines─all the perennial Hannish favorites.
Our consortium works closely with merchants and artisans to supply only the finest wares. Quality is guaranteed! |
<sigh> I know all these things, Khalzahl, I do.
Which is why I regret to say I have nothing for you. All voyages have been canceled or indefinitely postponed.
And you are...? |
Wait, you're a foreigner, are you not? A merchant!? Please tell me you're a merchant!
I see... That's a shame...
I'm sorry, but we're discussing important matters. If you need something, please talk to one of the others. |
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M-My name is Matsya, and I'm here to see Khalzahl...
Oh, it seems he's busy. I'll come back later, then...
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If foreign vessels won't come to us, why not use our own to deliver the wares to them!? |
It's not so simple, Khalzahl. And besides, everyone is in the same boat. Everyone. |
Fruit that is too ripe cannot be sold. I suppose I have no choice but to make it into chutney and eat the entirety myself. |
With folk struggling to make ends meet, profits have dried up for us merchants. In turn, we can't afford to buy goods from our suppliers. No one is going to survive this unscathed... |
Y-Yes? Can I help you...?
Ah, I remember seeing you back in the guild. You wanted to speak with Khalzahl, too, did you?
I'm Matsya, a fisherman of Akyaali─a nearby village.
I sell my catch to Khalzahl, who offers it to foreign merchants. But he hasn't bought anything for a while now.
When I heard that the consortium had been struggling, I became worried and decided to come and see him.
...Just as soon as he's free, anyway. He's a hardworking man, and I dare not disturb him. |
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