Tehr nodded, "I think ten percent as a broker's fee is more than fair, and see no need to be greedy for more.  I'd value the buisness and relationship with your house as much as the coin it would generate.  Risking the ire of the mighty Forgefist is not something a wise man would do.  And not one he would do over coins."<br/><br/>Tehr paused for a moment and considered, "Though I do admit that I am a bit concerned with the idea of selling weapons to both sides.  It seems like a sound business idea, for certain, but also a very volitile one.  One that could blow up in our face.  Further, one that could risk putting the eyes of Spain on Britannia in the future.  To sell weapons to a losing side would be bad, but to sell them to both sides would be nearly disastrous.  I will have to think about that in greater detail.  But think that it would be safer for our country, our queen, and both of our houses, to sell only to one side.  Now, of course if the dwarven smiths of Forgefist happen to sell to a third party, and they end up in the hands of the other side eventually, well...."<br/><br/>Tehr trailed off for a minute, letting the dwarf see his point.  That the profits would be slimmer, but in the end potentially much safer.  Before he continued, "As to which side, I beg you send numbers and dates for what you can ship via Saari, and how soon, and I shall make inroads into the Spanish affair soon.  Though the winter approaches fast and it may not be likely that which ever side we have will stall for the best prices, as their armies leave the fields in mass for the winter, waiting for spring to resume full conflict.   It may in fact, be a good time for me to take a trip to the warmer land and negotiate in person if need be.  But I should glean more information before committing to anything else."<br/><br/>He stood and bowed to the dwarf, "So unless there is anything else, I will await your information, delivered to my house at Hewthorne hall at your convenience."<br/><br/>Tehr took his leave of the dwarf and the club if there was nothing else, many wheels now set in motion.  He was eager to return to his home.  He had felt the ardor rising in him, and since the Queen was busy with matters of state tonight, he thought that maybe a rendezvous with one of the lovely ladies of his home would be in order.  Maybe his sister would use the secret passage tonight.  Then again, he paused at the steps of the club and thought about the elvish woman Rosalyn who seemed to occupy his thoughts constantly.  Would the duke and she be at his home tonight even?  Maybe he should plan a feast of sorts?  He dismissed the idea, knowing that Angelique would be skilled enough to plan a grand dinner if there were guests in attendance, and his meddling in such affairs would only annoy her.  He made his way back to his home with a bit of a spring in his step that was one part due to the alcohol he'd consumed, but mostly due to the thought of seeing lady rosalyn again soon.