Written By Fairen
April 21, 2018, 12:58 p.m.(8/5/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Iliana
It was a pleasant surprise to see you in the city again, not to even begin mentioning how content I am to know you will be staying in the city for a while.
Written By Joscelin
April 21, 2018, 12:48 p.m.(8/5/1008 AR)
This almost never works out well.
Change is inevitable. I welcome change. New ideas, better ways of doing but not at the risk of quality, and definitely not at the risk of cutting people out of well-earned coin.
But now and again, there's a merchant who wants to go with lesser materials, or go with faster, wasteful, or more dangerous ways of getting what they need. Impatient and irresponsible, without manners or sense. It's not often. Quality over quantity. Merchant families with empires in trade get there from being wise and observing the markets, having a keen sense of what will be in demand and what should be sent elsewhere to be sold at a higher price even with shipping costs.
It's not as simple as buy and sell and trade and make. Sometimes it's that spark of extra, to sense the change of tide, the shift in interest. I think at times the clothiers have the best sense at this, and maybe it's from tracking the seasons, having coats ready at the perfect moment, cooler clothing when the wind shifts, oiled leathers when the sky opens up.
The blacksmiths are also very good at such predictions but often it's from a social level. They make the armor and weapons for warrior and guard, a hike in orders can mean a variety of things, depending on bow or blade, leather armor or steel.
And then there's the purchase of supplies, food or drink, for business or pleasure or necessity ...
It's fascinating to watch, to put out the fires as they happen. I delegate much of it and most of the time I'm a mediator. I trust the people I work with to take care of themselves. I'm not their mother.
But they look to me with such respect. It's hard not to feel proud.
Written By Barric
April 21, 2018, 11:15 a.m.(8/5/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Signe
Written By Iliana
April 21, 2018, 11:04 a.m.(8/5/1008 AR)
I didn't even sneak around the house all that much when I got home. I went in and took a nap, preparing to be discovered at any moment. I didn't think of it until just now, but perhaps they did spot me, but let me have my surprise anyway, they're thoughtful like that. So, back into the city with lots of work to do. I can't wait to see the cousins, and I hear that there might be a small party in the near future. Now, I just need to find a competent seamstress. Can't be too hard, right?
Written By Orvyn
April 21, 2018, 11 a.m.(8/5/1008 AR)
It has been too long, and now that I am reconnected in such ways, I am rediscovering the solace that comes when sharing one's more esoteric thoughts with those whom also enjoy such conversation.
For those that take a moment to read this, I would encourage you to set your works and goals before the shrine, pray for Gild's blessing and perhaps the paths that seem difficult will become more clear, and with them, may your benefits be plenty.
Written By Silas
April 21, 2018, 8:05 a.m.(8/5/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Kenna
Written By Sidney
April 21, 2018, 2:53 a.m.(8/4/1008 AR)
In Lenosia I felt I wore the Crownlands unmistakably in my voice and habits. Now, living once again in Arx, I feel very Southern.
I also feel as though mixing whiskey and wine was, perhaps, not the best of ideas.
...not the worst, either.
Written By Jenessa
April 21, 2018, 2:39 a.m.(8/4/1008 AR)
Written By Saya
April 21, 2018, 2:09 a.m.(8/4/1008 AR)
I dreamt I ran then. Fast and far. I ran until my feet bleed. I had no shoes. I wore only rags. I ran, ran, ran, ran.
Tried to find the shores of the river of my childhood, but could not. I stumbled to the edge of the Gray River. I saw the lights of the city and fled between the gates.
I woke with my feet hurting, and tears upon my face. I cried because even though I walk the banks of the Gray River, it is not my river. This is not my home. I cried because I miss my people but they are gone. Lost to the Silent War. I cried because as welcoming as the Lowers is to me...
I am a Prodigal.
Written By Silas
April 21, 2018, 2:01 a.m.(8/4/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Ainsley
You're both great brothers.
Written By Ainsley
April 21, 2018, 12:40 a.m.(8/4/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Aiden
Written By Coraline
April 21, 2018, 12:30 a.m.(8/4/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Caith
Perhaps one day.
Written By Coraline
April 21, 2018, 12:28 a.m.(8/4/1008 AR)
Written By Reese
April 21, 2018, 12:12 a.m.(8/4/1008 AR)
Written By Tabitha
April 21, 2018, 12:05 a.m.(8/4/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Silas
And as far as I'm aware, Cabbit is a cat. He does have quite large ears, though. Hmm. Maybe I'll try feeding him some carrots.
Written By Tabitha
April 21, 2018, 12:01 a.m.(8/4/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Kenna
Written By Felicia
April 20, 2018, 8:26 p.m.(8/4/1008 AR)
Written By Jonathan
April 20, 2018, 8:08 p.m.(8/4/1008 AR)
Damnit dad, couldn't you have been wrong, just this once?
Written By Amari
April 20, 2018, 7:43 p.m.(8/4/1008 AR)
I think it best I avoid strong drink from now on... starting tomorrow.
Written By Kenna
April 20, 2018, 6:05 p.m.(8/4/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Silas
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