Thomas
Visionary Denes Hanover
The Keep, Rikolto, Terresol

"Be it accidental or on purpose, by another faction or not, the death of the Magistrate only presents more problems. *The Pilgramage does not want the Magistrate dead.*" He pushed his mask up to his forehead and pinched at the bridge of his nose. A headache was coming on.

"I am by no means in disagreement with your proposal, Vikolto could always use more trade. Despite being so near the main road, many caravans pass us by." He paused, before producing a piece of parchment. He spent a minute scribbling and then turned the paper around.

"Tell you what. We'll take care of this contract, it will list the H&R Merchant's Club as a primary trading hub for The Pilgramage. We'll engage in open trade and recognize the business as under our jurisdiction, however any black market trades must not be linked back to the church, and your skills as an assassin are simply not within my jurisdiction to employ." He changed to a hush tone, "Despite the Pilgramage's willingness to employ such tactics.

"There is of course the opportunity to alter the contract in the future, but my hands are tied with what I can offer you." He said, returning to a normal volume.
George
Jericho Heinrich
The Keep, Rikolto, Terresol

Jericho nodded, he knew that it was all being offered up so fast that he was sure the Visionary didn't know what to truly think. He looked up at him and nodded, grabbing the contract and signed where it was applicable. "That is fair, I hope to do business with your people soon... They are all welcome..."

He was about to get up in leave, he was almost to the door even when he remembered something, he stopped in his tracks and turned to the Visionary, what would have been a worried expression, was shielded by the mask. "Sir, if I may ask... Could you do me a favor?...It is a small favor but it is something I may need in order to continue this proposal. See, there are a group of Bandits who had enslaved someone. I had offered up 5000 gold for them, clearly a lie. But they have a more then skilled warrior in their group... They live in the Vermillion on the outskirts of town. Do you think you could have them... Permanently evicted?" He said, unsure with what the answer might be. "I alone could not take on all four myself... But if given a team of those who could stand their own. I may."
Thomas
Visionary Denes Hanover
The Keep, Rikolto, Akno, Terresol

"Do you have the bill of sale for this 'slave?' That sort of practice is highly illegal and it would be a simple matter to get the guards involved in a raid on a black market location that flies directly in the face of the Pilgramage." Denes began to idly look over a document or two as he spoke, already preparing for the next appointment he had.
George
Jericho Heinrich 
The Keep, Rikolto, Terresol

Jericho had sighed and shook his head, he hadn't signed off on it. "I... Didn't sign off on it. It was unwarranted slavery and I was looking to save this mans life. I did. But this debt is on my head and I don't intend on paying slaver scum any coin. They think of me as a slaver because I bought him but I can assure you I am not."

Jericho tapped his fingers against the desk and looked at Visionary with a look of hope, he really didn't want to pay this coin to the bandits. They didn't deserve his precious money.