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Post by Jonarth Dabrezzio on Dec 9, 2018 22:44:17 GMT
Well decorated with books and art and candles, Jonarth’s office has north and south facing windows, a large ebon desk, and a half dozen chairs. There’s also a smuggled divan where he naps during the day or in the event he doesn’t wish to head to his own home in the Valyrian quarter. Only he has the two keys to the door although Z uses it when he is sick or otherwise occupied.
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Post by Zeleika on Dec 9, 2018 22:52:07 GMT
Zeleika was waiting for him, leaning on the wall outside the office until he appeared. She was in her trademark dark clothes when not in the tavern and was chewing on something.
She looked thoroughly bored as she waited.
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Post by Jonarth Dabrezzio on Dec 9, 2018 23:19:23 GMT
Jonarth walked up the steps to the tavern and looked over. “Evening going well, my dear?” He asked. “You seem impatient tonight.”
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Post by Zeleika on Dec 9, 2018 23:34:43 GMT
“It is dull, everyone on their best behaviour and nobody fighting.”
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Post by Jonarth Dabrezzio on Dec 9, 2018 23:46:56 GMT
Jon unlocked the door and walked in, then leaned back on the divan overlooking the sea. “Well that’s a shame,” he said. “I’m sure you could head to the lower quarters and find plenty of fights.” He dabbed his fingers in a basin of water near the couch then ran the wet hands through his hair. “I can’t really complain that no one is ruining our business right now. Is something else bothering you?”
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Post by Zeleika on Dec 9, 2018 23:50:16 GMT
“Oh. I don’t want a fight, but a few people arguing loudly so that we can hear their grievances would be interesting.”
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Post by Jonarth Dabrezzio on Dec 9, 2018 23:57:04 GMT
“Perhaps,” the tavernkeeper said. “You could go instigate,” he offered. “You’ve been good long enough, you’ve earned a little....’you’ time.” He looked at the ceiling, breathing in the cool sea breeze. “We’ve got some new people in town. Explorers and the like.”
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Post by Zeleika on Dec 9, 2018 23:59:04 GMT
“I’ve been watching them arrive.” She answered with a shrug. “Anyone of any interest?”
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Post by Jonarth Dabrezzio on Dec 10, 2018 0:21:29 GMT
Jon shrugged. “Another Caltarys, this one eager for the fevers and boils of the jungle.” He looked to her. “You never wanted to go exploring, did you?” He hdnt ever asked. He couldn’t imagine wanting to actually go into that green hellish wasteland.
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Post by Zeleika on Dec 10, 2018 0:24:22 GMT
“Not yet. But who knows. I had no interest in leaving my city until I did.”
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Post by Jonarth Dabrezzio on Dec 10, 2018 0:41:29 GMT
“That makes sense, I suppose,” he said. “Everyone will be heading out soon,” he said. “Trying to break the salt monopoly or simply feeding their own curiosity. We will need eyes and ears inside these...efforts,” he said. “Making sure we know what’s going on.”
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Post by Zeleika on Dec 10, 2018 0:46:05 GMT
“Do you not have slaves you can place? I’m surprised you’ve not planted one in that hellish fighting pit.”
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Post by Jonarth Dabrezzio on Dec 10, 2018 1:10:25 GMT
“I’ll need anyone I have who can fight for something worth more than a gladiator match,” he said. “Unless you want to do a show.” He chuckled. “No it’s better if we stay out of sight and out of mind for now. When we move some of our operations to our new place then we will need to know who we can trust.”
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Post by The Horror on Dec 12, 2018 21:52:05 GMT
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A somewhat desperate knocking came from John's office door.
"Hey, John. Buddy, it's Gaerey. Lord Gaerey Gaelyn, your old friend." He spoke quickly, the voice sounding very anxious. "Come on, open up. You gotta help me."
Johnarth knew very well who Lord Gaelyn was. A minor Noble who had been caught in bed with the daughter-wife of one of the most proeminent tigers in Volantis, he had been given the choice between transportation and emasculation. Since his arrival some two years ago, Lord Gaelyn had already contracted one of the largest debts in the town and it kept growing. Until now, however, he had always been able to keep up with the interest.
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Post by Jonarth Dabrezzio on Dec 12, 2018 22:13:59 GMT
Jonarth has his attendant lady open the door and let him in. He is behind his desk with a dagger just out of sight but he smiled brightly. “Lord Gaelyn! How pleasant a surprise! What brings you to my door today?” He asked. “Isela didn’t slap you again did she?” Some of his slaves were over enthusiastic at times.
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