<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/31/45/b4/3145b4e25e035b5b63c491145192b6d6.jpg) (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=281618.msg13847025#msg13847025)    </div><strong>Name:</strong>Myra Gersumblesuch-Kettlespark (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1456662) & Merle Fliffitygivvit<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Opening scrolls at breakfast<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong><br/><strong>Active Effects:</strong><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Stats</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>Initiative:</strong> +10<br/><strong>HP:</strong> 107 / 107| <strong>AC:</strong> 24 (T: 16, FF: 21*) | <strong>CMD:</strong> 18<br/><strong>Speed:</strong> 20 | <strong>Perception Bonus:</strong> +20</div></div><hr/><br/>Myra raised a brow at the exchange; like Pallam, she'd never before seen a military unit equipped with everything they could want, particularly for such a long, vague and difficult mission, and the master sergeant's quick rejection of any further supply seemed either boastful or resentful, neither of which boded well for the coming months.  Still, she didn't think calling the man out in front of his unit was a politic move.<br/><br/>The greenskinned vendor, fortunately, provided a distraction, although what he asked was far beyond the amount of spare coin that had been discussed.  The stones would be useful, and rather simple to test before they left, but as a fairly self-sufficient sort of person she didn't feel the need to trade her own goods for it.  Still, there were other things to offer.<br/><br/>She stepped forward with a smile.  "You think too small, sir.  A few bits from the mainland, sure, you could save some transport cost and tax, but the prices are already set, the margin established, and eventually you're going find some fool tax collector who'll take the whole bit.  As factor directly supporting an expeditionary mission mandated by the very highest authorities in the Empire - you did hear me mention all those names just now, yes? - nobody would<em>dare</em>interfere with your business.  And the things we'll send back will be unknown, simply...<em>priceless</em>."  She gave the mention of profit a nearly sexual lilt.<br/><br/>"If you're capable of serving as factor, I shall appoint you Quartermaster-Collector and grant you a five percent commission.  Otherwise, we'll simply toss everything in bottomless bags and sell it when we get back.  Bit less convenient, but we won't miss the profit in the meanwhile."<br/><br/>[Diplomacy 23]