The Iron Teeth: A Goblin's Tale Interlude: Coins and Whispers

Interlude: Coins and Whispers

Zeckus Hurale was working late. He was at the small office off the side of his warehouse in Anstabul. It had gotten dark outside but he continued to work by the light of a steady oil lamp on his desk. The rchant was a pudgy blonde man. He was dressed in high quality clothes that he knew were quite out of fashion. He had much more important things to worry about.

One of his ships had just co into port with a cargo of fine wine from the Holands. That was normally a lucrative trade but this ti his agents had not been able to acquire nearly as much as usual, and what they had gotten had been far too expensive. Apparently, so sort of pest from the eastern continent had made it across the ocean to the Holands, and was ravaging the grape fields there.

Zeckus sighed in exasperation. It was a small thing really, but lately there had been a lot of small things.

Everyone knew the best wine ca from the Holands. Human civilization had developed there for over two thousand years before they had expanded across the ocean in Imperial tis after all. The wildlife here outside the Holands was almost as hostile to grapes as it was to humans, and now so of it had invaded humanitys ancestral ho.

There was nothing he could do about that, but perhaps he could turn this setback into an opportunity. With advanced warning of the wine shortage he might be able to buy up so of the local vineyards while they were still cheap.

They might be of poor quality but the shortage would still drive their prices up. He might even be able to figure out a way to improve the quality of the local wine! That would earn him a pleasant profit indeed.

With a smile, he went to work writing up a series of new orders for his agents. He had almost finished when he was interrupted.

Your sister Kleia is here to see you, sir, his secretary announced from the doorway.

Zeckus frowned. He hadnt heard the door open. What was his sister doing here so late? It must be important, and that ant bad news.

Thank you Gregory. See her in please, Zeckus told his clerk as he finished writing a line on the parchnt in front of him.

He then put his quill down neatly next to his ink pot and looked up just in ti to see his sister enter.

Kleia was a short woman who, like Zeckus, had their familys blonde hair . However, she wore it long all the way down to her back. Her sowhat pudgy figure and plain face gave her a matronly quality, but that had not always been the case. When she had been younger she had been considered quite pretty, but ever since her husbands death she had started to put on a little weight and had changed the way she dressed.

Zeckus supposed that with two kids and her husbands businesses to run she simply didnt have the ti, or need, to care about her appearance.

He hadnt ever bothered with such things, which is why he was more than a little overweight himself. If either of them wanted the intimate sort of company then he knew they could both afford to just pay for it.

Greetings Zeck, how is my little brother? Kleia asked with a smile as she entered the room.

Zeckus gave her a polite smile back.

Im fine, thank you for asking, sister. What brings you to my office at this ti of night? he asked her back.

Oh Zeck, must you always be so to the point. It is a rather unattractive quality in a man you know. No wonder you havent been able to find yourself a good wife, she replied as she sat down across the desk from him.

Im thirsty, why dont you have your man there bring a cup of tea, she added after she had made herself comfortable.

As you wish, Zeckus answered.

He picked up and rang a small bell with a wooden handle that had been sitting on the corner of his desk next to a stack of papers. His secretary imdiately stepped into the room in answer to his summons.

My sister would like a cup of tea, Gregory. Why dont you bring both of us one, Zeckus told the man.

Gregory nodded in acknowledgent and left to fulfill his masters command.

Now what is this about dear Kleia, he asked his sister again.

She pouted at being rushed but answered all the sa.

I have just received reliable word that Alfesso and almost his entire caravan were robbed and put to the sword on the road from Eastpoint last week, she told him.

Zeckus blinked in surprise. That was not what he had been expecting to hear.

Thats horrible news. I will have to rember to get Gregory to send his poor widow so flowers, Zeckus remarked.

Kleia rolled her eyes.

Of course brother, but Im not here to talk to you about such trivialities. This tragedy will have a huge impact on our businesses. I thought you deserved a heads up. Its not as if we both didnt have enough problems already. What are we paying such high taxes for if bandits are being allowed to roam the countryside and slaughter honest rchants freely, she said with indignation.

Zeckus snorted.

Its for the wars, sister. Thats where all the coin is going. The wars are a bottomless money pit, and theyre slowly strangling this country to death. Youre right about the effect of this on our businesses though, he said with a sigh.

Of course Im right. I have more experience in these matters than you. You learned book keeping from after all. Father was always terrible at that sort of thing, even though he was a great negotiator, she reminded him.

Zeckus didnt need the reminder. He knew the cheery and sowhat empty headed act his sister put on was just that, an act. Having people underestimate her had served her well over the years.

He decided to ignore her attempt to sidetrack the conversation. He didnt want to get drawn into another conversation about their deceased father. It was too late in the evening for that.

I wouldnt have thought that bandits would strike so far south. To overco Alfessos guards it must have been one of the larger northern bands down from the Iron Teeth. Theyve been a problem since the fall of Coroulis, and the accursed conscription just keeps making it worse. After over a decade with next to no troops returning ho even the most backwards peasants will realize sothing is up, he complained.

King Namirius cant afford to let any veterans go ho. He needs every soldier he can get to keep the borders secure, Kleia remarked. His father may have won the war against Deveshur but that whole country has descended into bloody chaos. Every month it seems a new noble joins the fight to claim the throne and take back the land we annexed from them. Not to ntion we still have to worry about Hulgaron to the south.

Yes, but that ans he just keeps throwing n into battle after battle until theyre all dead. No wonder there are so many deserters heading north to join these bands. They know if they stay in the army its practically a death sentence. As a policy that one leaves sothing to be desired, especially since were the ones being raided, Zeckus replied sarcastically.

So what are we going to do about it? I think influencing military policy is a little beyond us, she remarked.

If theyve set up in the area we may have to completely stop sending goods north. With the high taxes the king demands and what it would cost to pay for the amount of guards needed to protect a caravan I dont think we could squeeze out a profit, he reluctantly explained.

There must be sothing we can do? Maybe we could pay the bandits off. If they simply rob every caravan that crosses their path they will soon run out of targets. rchants will just start avoiding the entire area and that wont profit them. she mused aloud.

Do you know whose band it was? You ntioned that almost everyone had been killed. That ans there were at least so survivors, he asked with interest.

No sorry, all I have are statents from the survivors. They were woman and children the bandits released. The bandits didnt apparently announce who they were and the survivors dont rember anything I could use to identify them beyond how large the band was, she replied.

Werick the Wolf supposedly has the largest band, but he usually operates in northeast Deveshur. From the rumors I hear hes busy setting himself up as so sort of warlord there. Hes also supposed to have the morals of a hobgoblin, so I doubt he would let any prisoners go. Theyre worth more than a few coins to the right, or wrong, sort of people, he guessed.

True, outlaws with any sense of morality are in short supply these days. None of them are anything at all like the White Raven. Now there was a dashing outlaw. They still tell stories about him you know. Theyre especially popular with the young ladies, Kleia reminisced wistfully.

Zeckus smiled at his sisters tone. He rembered hearing more than a few tales about the White Raven himself when he had been younger.

He imagined the stories the young n had recounted were quite different from those that had been shared amongst the won. Both were undoubtedly equally fictional though. Zeckus forced himself back to the matter at hand.

There are a few bands that might let non-combatants go though. The question is how many of these are large enough and could be that far down below Riverbend. My guess would be the Black Snake. Shes always been a hard one to figure out. Sothing unpredictable and daring like this suits her, and she has a fairly large band, Zeckus speculated.

I hope youre right. From what I know of her she is the type that would keep to her end of a bargain if we fill her pockets with enough gold, his sister replied.

Maybe, but in order to strike a deal with her we would probably have to work through the Broken Wheel Company. Those scum are basically nothing but bandits themselves and would charge us a painful fee just to connect us with her, if they would help us at all, he told her.

Kleia tilted her head to the side and she appeared to fall deep into thought. However, Zeckus only had to wait a few seconds before she smiled and turned back to him.

Leave that to . I might have so contacts there I could use. Its not a sure thing but so people owe a few favors, she replied.

Zeckus frowned at his sisters response. He didnt like the idea of her having anything at all to do with the Broken Wheel Company. They pretended to be just another rchant consortium but they were rumored to be involved in every sort of unsavory practice. Everything from forced prostitution to the buying of stolen goods and assassination was attributed to them.

Zeckus had a lifeti of experience as a successful rchant to draw on, and he had good reasons to believe that most of those rumors were true. No one knew who ran the company, but the most credible rumor Zeckus had heard was that it was secretly owned by a conglorate of the oldest rchant families on the continent. Whoever they were, they had connections, resources, and ruthlessness that put his to sha.

What are you thinking about little brother? Youve gone silent on . Its rather rude you know, Kleia asked him with a chuckle. Her question interrupted his thinking.

Im thinking I would rather not deal with the Broken Wheel. I want no part of the things they do. Theyre killers and much worse, he replied gravely.

So youre fine with dealing with the Black Snake but not the Broken Wheel? she asked him with amusent plain in her voice.

The question surprised Zeckus. He thought it over for a second or two and realized it was true, but before he could answer her there was a polite knock on his door.

Co in Gregory, Zeckus yelled in the direction of the doorway.

His secretary then stepped into the room with two large steaming cups of tea in his hands. He swiftly walked over and placed them before Zeckus and his sister.

Kleia gave the man a smile and thanked him while Zeckus simply gave him a nod of approval. His job done the man left the room and closed the door quietly behind him.

Now where were we? his sister asked before she took a sip of tea.

I was just about to tell you that yes I do find the Broken Wheel more repugnant than run of the mill bandits. I understand outlaws such as those that serve the Black Snake and the Wolf. I wish the army would go in and hang the lot of them, but I must admit that to so degree life has forced them down their path. Not so the Broken Wheel. The bandits that plague our roads are a symptom of the tis. I suspect the Broken Wheel is part of the disease, Zeckus told his sister seriously.

Little brother, have you been reading those dreadful pre-Imperial philosophers again. That was unusually deep for you, his sister joked.

As a wise man said so many years ago, Only when a man has turned his gaze inwards can he truly begin to see the world. However, I dont need the wisdom of ancient philosophers to know that I want nothing to do with the Broken Wheel Company, he told her.

You make it sound like I was talking about buying into it, or forming a partnership with them. I was just suggesting I might know soone who could broker a deal between us and Herad the Black Snake. It would simply be a favor paid for a favor owed, she replied with a roll of her eyes.

Zeckus scowled and drank a few more sips of tea while he thought it through. He couldnt stop his sister from doing whatever she wanted. After her husbands death she had acquired control of his familys rather extensive business holdings. If he was being honest with himself those holdings were probably larger than the ones he had inherited from their father.

If they did manage to strike a deal with Herad that allowed them safe passage then that would give them a near monopoly on the trade from Anstabul all the way north to Riverbend. That was not an inconsiderable market. Riverbend may not be what it once was but it was still a dium sized city that supplied the south of Eloria with a fair amount of timber, fur, and ore.

Zeckus mumbled quietly as he quickly ran so rough numbers through his head. Even after having to pay the kings taxes and Herads bribe he should still be able to earn a profit. Riverbend and the smaller cities and towns on the way there would badly need the supplies they shipped as well.

Fine Kleia, I cant stop you so I might as well join you and keep an eye out. Lets see if you can get in contact with our new local bandit captain, if indeed it is the Black Snake, he told her with a sigh of displeasure.

Zeckus and his sister spoke for a few more minutes as they finished their tea. Soon though, Kleia excused herself and returned ho, leaving Zeckus alone in his office.

The rchant got up from his desk and walked over to his window. He felt a feeling of weariness co over him as he gazed outside.

Outside the darkness of night had settled over the city. A few lights shone out from hos across the city but Zeckus rembered a ti when the lights had been far more nurous. Every year it seed like the city grew darker.

His sisters visit had distracted him from his business but he still had things to finish tonight. He had many responsibilities and it was getting harder and harder to fulfill them.

Zeckus was a good rchant. He knew this to be true. He was able to make deals and put ventures together that earned him substantial profits, or they would have if the tis had been different. He didnt know how much his sister knew but the truth was that Zeckus had to fight hard to keep his company afloat. He managed to stay out of debt only by selling assets.

At the current rate it would take many years for his business to go under but inevitably it would. Taxes were just too high and the war was causing all non-essential markets to shrink. People just werent buying, and he didnt bla them.

Farms everywhere were being abandoned and the desperate were turning to banditry, which just made everything worse. Several of his less canny peers had already gone bankrupt. He suspected poor Alfessos lost caravan had been a dangerous gambit ant to keep his business financially afloat. That gamble had obviously failed and cost the rchant more than simple gold.

The truth was Zeckus badly needed sothing like the deal his sister had just proposed. He had interest paynts on debts that needed to be paid soon and he didnt have the gold on hand to pay them.

The real question though was whether his sister had known all this, and whether her visit had been a carefully staged act, whose sole purpose was to manipulate him into accepting her offer. He wouldnt put past her. She was both remarkably loyal and upsettingly ruthless.

After one last long look out into the night Zeckus turned away from the window and his idle thoughts. He sat back down at his desk and picked up his quill.

After dipping the tip into the inkwell he went back to writing out his agents new orders. It wasnt like he had any real choice but to accept his sisters deal anyway. He could only hope that sowhere out there sothing was happening that would halt the worlds slow slide into ruin.