Betty
Wisdom Serafina
Southwest of Korkou - Gwyndyonian Encampment

Serafina met the Lord's eyes and she smiled. "Lord Gwydyon, the garrison could certainly overtake your forces with little effort, but that would lead to unnecessary bloodshed for both of us." Setting the untouched wine on the table, the Wisdom leaned back in the chair, hands folded in her lap as she continued. "You cannot remain camped outside of Korkou, but I may have a solution. A place of permanent residence with fertile land with some natural protection." The woman paused for a moment, letting the offer hang in the air to gauge his reaction.
Lori
**South-West of Korkou**
**Karl Gwydyon**

Karl thought for a moment on the Wisdom's wording and responded: "I ask where would we go? Surely you cannot expect us to be nomads for the rest of our lives." He pondered once more once he realised the second half of her response and continued: "A place of permanent residence you say?" His eyes glistened slightly as he rested his lower face within the palm of his hand and stared at his cup, resuming his response he said: "So what would you have us do for this 'permanent residence'?" Lastly he leaned back and awaited response.
Betty
Wisdom Serafina
Southwest of Korkou - Gwyndyonian Encampment

The Wisdom glanced at the man curiously, confused by his suggestion of remaining nomads after she offered a permanent residence. "On the contrary, my Lord, I believe a permanent residence would solve your nomadic lifestyle. It is yours on one condition. You and a select group of men you trust will protect the next King of Terresol. I will pay handsomly for your services and once he takes the throne, ensure you are given your own land to settle in." Serafina watched his reaction closely. She had laid out a good number of her cards and if he accepted, would reveal more. It was risky dealing with a merchant in this manner, but over the years she had learned that money was an excellent motivator.