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POSTED: Wed Dec 04, 2019 6:03 am

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Early in the evening, before the sun had even begun to truly set — earlier and earlier every day, it seemed — she banished her mother to wherever it was she went every day; it was none of her business what the Tradesman did with her time, for she assumed (perhaps incorrectly) that she was at the very least making herself useful.

They’d drunk wine, their glasses (mugs, really, lacquered pottery made by Luperci in Portland) attested to the truth of this. Cautioned not to overindulge, Clementine had limited herself to less than she might’ve drunk otherwise. In the privacy of her own home there was a certain security. Leaving the candle on her small square-ish table lit, she watched the former soldier leave, perturbed by the sudden obviousness of their change in station.

It was uncomfortable for her to outrank her parents, something Indra had never had to worry about.

There was a time and place for pulling rank, and without certain safeguards in place, she couldn’t be sure what Indra would do. Strength, whether it be literal or metaphorical, had a role to play still in their lives.

Retreating from the doorway once the familiar silhouette disappeared, she left the door open, an unspoken invitation. Taking the candle with her, she mounted the stairs and took them one-by-one with her shadow jumping to-and-fro along the walls. It was cooler up here, the space being significantly larger and draftier due to the multitude of missing windows. Some were covered to keep out the snow, but others had covers pulled aside.

In a moment of reprieve she tidied unnecessarily, being no great mess maker, and brushed her hair free of tangles before re-braiding a section of it. This, she shaped into the vague semblance of a coronet, being a great lover of showmanship and symbols. In another life, perhaps, she might’ve been suited for the Sanctus ranks.

Alas, she preferred socialization over trickery… most of the time, anyway.

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POSTED: Sun Dec 22, 2019 12:22 pm

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As dull as it was working to become, life seemed to fall into a rut of normality, well save for the focus that was being put on many of the shield members, and those that seemed to be putting a great effort towards dealing with the seemingly new threat that had made itself present. He was no warrior, nor would he consider himself suited for scouting. It put him in a place where his lack of involvement might be noticeable, but nothing that would be allowed to get under his skin.

Their lives must move on, and in doing so, he simply had to keep his attention focused on his true line of work. It may not be best for him to take his leave from the kingdom in this state, but he could always work out plans and assist the Quartermaster with her own work.

Speaking of plans, the dark male had been at home, making himself look more presentable than he usually did. When he left home, and especially Salsola, there wasn't as much need to concern himself with his looks. After all, if he was the 'Noir' he claimed himself to be, such nice and clean clothes might cause some suspicion. Slipping his white shirt and then his vest over top, it only left him with his own pelt. Pants were already on.

He gave a small sigh, his hair never really seeming to stay in a neat pattern. Brushing it out the best he could, it didn't take him long to leave his new home in the Ruins to make his way towards a certain home. They had discussed prior the idea of meeting up again, and who was he to turn her down, especially when they could speak a bit more openly with one another.

He found the door to her home open. Guess she had been anticipating his arrival, or at least the arrival of someone. Gently pushing on the door, he gave knock on the wall, ensuring she was at least home before he invited himself in, "Apprentice. I've come."

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POSTED: Wed Jan 01, 2020 5:34 am

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She didn’t consider Sanguine Valentine a lazy lay about. If she had, he wouldn’t have been invited here, and it was as simple as that. There was some truth to the idea that the more visible one’s path was, the easier it made the climb, but very little within the Thistle Kingdom went unnoticed. There were so many capable eyes watching that everyone worthy was rewarded.

Merchants were often neither here nor there in Salsola. When it served them, they functioned as dutiful cogs in the machine, but when business demanded they flit beyond the borders, they answered the call. She liked this; it allowed her to be adventurous on her own terms and broadened her horizons beyond the teachings of omertà.

A polite man if nothing else, he knocked on the wall to announce his arrival, and from upstairs she made a sound that was neither doggish nor wolfish, but decidedly somewhere in between. Clementine and her siblings were strange creatures made up by the lineages that contributed to their odd, blue-black blood. There was sharpness in the Revlis line, but there was gossamer too, glittering like freshly fallen snow on old pines.

Tonight she was all Salcedo, however, and assumed the mantle of a gracious host with aplomb, descending the stairs with a waifish grin.

So you have, Clementine greeted him first with words and then a proper Salsolan one, touching both cheeks with her nose. Appraising him momentarily, she resisted the temptation to toy with his shirt collar, instead taking a seat at the small table. I like the shirt.

She doubted it was for her benefit that he’d worn white, but it was an interesting thought to mull over while she poured them both wine, indicating with her other hand that he should have a seat.

It’s your ambition to join the Merchant tier, isn’t it? She hoped her information was true; everything seemed to point in that direction, but then again, some of their members were difficult to peg.

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POSTED: Wed Jan 01, 2020 11:06 pm

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Sanguine knew better when it came to his own work ethic. Nothing beside progress was sure to be accepted by anyone. It was a wonder what Clementine managed to see in his brother then, considering his personality. Perhaps there was just something about his charm, yeah, that had to be it. It was the one thing that his brother had gotten from their father. The darker sibling knew when it came to many social interactions, he would be on the short end.

That being said, the first real interaction he had with his siblings' childhood friend, had been a good one in his mind. They might not have connected when they were younger, but there was always room for change in their lives. This was no different from that.

To the sound she had made, the darker male made his way inside her home. His gaze briefly moved over his shoulder to the door, wondering if it would be best to leave it open or shut it. For all he knew, he was not the only company she was expecting over. Perhaps it would be better to just wait for her to make that call.

His green gaze shifted to the woman as she made her way down from her hold on the upstairs floor. There was a grace to her movement, and from the looks of things, she had been tidying herself up before he had arrived into her presence. Part of him would be stupid to ignore her beauty, but that was not why he had come. There was little to nothing between them, and their matters should focus on their business.

She drew closer, offering a traditional manner of Salsola greeting, something he was more than comfortable to return in time with her own. Following her to the table, he took a seat across from her, gaze drifting down as she pointed out his attire. He recalled their last conversation, having mentioned she was draw to white items, anything that was pure. This was his usual outfit, but there was no harm in spinning it another way, "I thought it would be fitting."

Fingers came together, his posture straight as he sat in the chair. She poured him some wine, though he was not inclined to drink just yet. He offered a nod to her question, "Yes it is. The Quartermaster had been kind enough to help me get on my feet, but I've been doing a fair amount on my own now."

He paused for a moment, looking over her, as if he were trying to read her, "Do you perhaps have some use for me?"

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POSTED: Thu Jan 02, 2020 4:22 am

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It would be fair to say that since his departure to the Portland Outpost, Aurelion Valentine had all but disappeared from her myriad thoughts. Room must be made for other, higher ranking members. No matter how unfortunate it was; she’d liked his simple charm during their youth, but he had failed to rise alongside her, and a lack of ambition was distasteful to the young woman. Whatever illusions the blue-eyed archer harbored, he would find her less receptive upon his return.

If he returned at all.

So often the Outpost was a wasteland of has-beens, members who felt they’d done their part and were owed some sort of peaceful retirement elsewhere. An exception to the rule, she thought, was Blair, who functioned as a de facto leader in that place. The title of Governor had been bestowed upon her, and their business dealings there were largely overseen by her.

Sanguine was altogether different from his siblings. Where Wisteria and Aurelion had withered on the vine, he prospered and grew, slowly testing the limits of the abilities. She could respect this, even if his progress was likely slower than he might’ve otherwise liked. She remembered the long, hot summer, and how her precipitous rise had seemed to slow before grinding to a singular, definitive halt all at once.

Such things happened, she knew, and there was no denying that sometimes where was a purpose to such things, but it could be terribly, painfully frustrating.

So it is, Clementine agreed with a quicksilver smile, thinking briefly on their single encounter; gathering berries. It was his thought process then that had intrigued her, the idea that they could trade the cranberries for plants that would produce other colors that had singled him out as a prospective member of the merchant tier.

I have reason to believe our neighbor, New Caledonia, boasts skilled leather and metal workers, She paused here momentarily, one claw tapping against the pottery mug in thought before emitting a faint snort that might’ve been derision. and while I haven’t seen these things yet, I thought it might be wise to prepare ourselves for the eventual need to strike a trade with them.

Luperci-made saddles would be a coup, anyone and everyone could see the skill and worth in such a thing. Sanguine did not need this explained to him.

It seems their interests lie in horses, however, A perfectly banal desire. and maybe books; they lost them fleeing their home.

Taking a sip of her wine, she studied his face over the stone goblet.

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POSTED: Thu Jan 02, 2020 10:24 pm

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There were many things in his life to keep him working towards the goals he had made out for himself, his ambition to take what he wanted having been one of them. He would admit to himself that it took some time for him to even get into the right mind that would eventually lead him towards the climb in ranks that he had, but now he had hit another rut. He should be proud, or rather he was, but he knew he could do better.

After all, if he slacked on his work, then what would be the point of the ambition he held? It was times like this meeting he was now having with Clementine that would help to aid him in getting his foot back in the door, now that he had temporarily taken it out. He would not be one to disappoint, not to her, and certainly not to the crown.

But above all, not to his mother.

One hand tentatively reached over to the goblet resting slightly in front of him. He wasn't much for drinking, but rarely turned it down when it was offered to him. The same had been true when he had gone out to the bar, the stranger that decided to bother him for that spent time having gotten something for him then too. The goblet rested between his fingers, bringing it slowly up to his lips for a sip as he listened to the Apprentice speak.

She spoke of their neighbors, someone that Sanguine had yet to have much contact with. From what it sounded like, they had members of craft, but like anything else they would be looking for something in return. She mentioned horses and books, items that were lost from their old home. He pondered over this for a moment, resting his drink back down in front of him as she took a sip of her own.

His face relaxed, bringing his hands back down in front of him, "Both things you mention are not necessarily in short supply on our end. Salsola seems to have enough horses, not even including the Drifter Bay ones we watch over. As far as books go, I work closely with the Paladin in maintaining her library, so I am sure it wouldn't be hard to convince her of parting with some supplies or even books, so long as she were to get something in return for such a 'donation'." It was a shame he didn't have one of the borrowed books on him, allowing her the chance to look over the quality of the item they were discussing.

Another time then.

His gaze focused on her, pondering again before he spoke, "What might we be able to use their skills for? Such items, being that they would be in high demand should be given some kind of higher end price to them don't you think?"

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POSTED: Fri Jan 03, 2020 10:55 pm

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She was the highest ranking Salcedo to have ever set foot upon Salsolan soil; those matters beyond the sea, where her grandfather Salvador Salcedo was the Mayordomía of Onuba, did not matter here. That her uncle Mateo had once been the man’s heir was of little consequence either. The only politics that mattered were Salsola’s. It had occurred to her on more than one occasion that she should be the family’s matriarch here, but age was a factor.

Despite their accomplishments — Sanguine’s and her own — they were still very young in the grand scheme of things. Though she detested the idea still no matter her ability, it must be said that Clementine had still not reached an age where children had become an option. This was a good thing, she thought; there was nothing to complicate her plans, her ambitions, her future.

We have many horses and books, Confirmed the merchant in a tone that could be taken as bored; everyone knew that, even without Salvia at the helm, Salsola’s horse breeding and training program had not slowed.

She had even mentioned to those parties who might find themselves interested that, instead of their own horses, they might round up some of the green Bay yearlings born this past spring. They would be leggy still, and untrained, and a suitable gift for a pauper king. For now though, it seemed they would not salt their gifts thusly. Good will was what they wanted, not discontent.

Mention of the Paladin’s library sent a spasm of irritation through her otherwise pretty face.

Clementine liked all members of the Shield tier, and the blue-eyed woman no less — it was not mention of Idrieus that bothered her — but rather the thought of being middle-man, a broker of deals. If the soldier wanted her pound of flesh, and New Caledonia took theirs, she would be left with very little at all if and when any deal was concluded... and anyway, she did not wish to diminish the woman's library in any way. Fair copies could be made.

but I was thinking more about forging new contacts. We have a vast spy network, Thanks in no small part to the Paladin, Striker, and Emissary, but merchants of quality are few and far between.

This was understandable. People wanted power, not material wealth, and these were the sorts of skills passed down through generations. In a single stroke it could be lost; the bookbinder’s son might suddenly decide he’d rather swing a sword. Despite all of this, she kept in her repertoire a papermaker, a seamstress, and a woodworker, because these were the things she saw incredible value in. If they were to continue to out-do the competition, there must be more.

It’s more a matter of import and export, Continued Clementine, thinking on what he’d said regarding finding a use for New Caledonia’s burgeoning skills. our weapons are old and our saddles are old.

Relics of the Boreas war.

If we want new things, we must have new things to offer.

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POSTED: Fri Jan 10, 2020 12:42 pm

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In some ways, both their minds had been on the same wavelength. Much more personal matters had their place in their lives, but that was not something that should come up at a time like this. They had business to handle, and their own ambitions could be halted if something more personal came up. All the dark male had wanted out of life was the proof that he was worthy enough in one person's eyes. He shouldn't have to feel like he had to do so with anyone else, maybe save for the Boss.

Anyone else that saw usefulness in his skills or perhaps anyone else of the merchants for that matter, was just the icing on the cake. Both of them worked hard to get what they wanted, and nothing seemed to stand in their way.

Clementine had made a brief statement in agreement to what he had said. He couldn't help but notice the slight change in her when mentioning getting assistance from the Paladin, as well as her library. It was hard to say what would have made the Salcedo woman feel in such a way. There was no denying that Idrieus was probably more protective of her collection than she needed to be, but there were some good reasons behind that behavior.

Perhaps it was because of her overall hard nature? It wasn't like she was one to be 'buddy buddy' with those in Salsola. Either way, Clementine made no effort to explain why, so he didn't pry her for it.

Green gaze focused back on the woman as she spoke again. She had taken things into another sort of perspective. The number of merchants was growing, in some regard anyways. Not all those that came to be part of the Merchant tier meant that they were merchants, The Proctor being a prime example of such a rank. If they were going to strengthen their own numbers, then meetings like this one would only prove to solidify one another. He gave a nod in understanding.

One hand reached out, bringing the wine back to his lips for another small sip before Sanguine brought himself back into the conversation, "It would seem to be in our interests then to keep that in mind as we seek to make these new contacts. It might be in our best interest to check with the Quartermaster as well. She'd know better than anyone on our stocks counts and what is in much more disrepair than anything else."

Setting the drink back down, he let his gaze fall back on her again, "If we wish to make new contacts with New Caledonia, it would seem wise of us to make an outing to them. Better chance for an opportunity to learn and see what more we can offer in terms of both ends of the deal."

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