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===Backstory=== | ===Backstory=== | ||
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Reg Margin was | Reg Margin was a ''Mohlok'' peasant who lived the salted fields between the ancient city of {{sal}} and Royal Forests of Bretton. Being marshy badlands, nothing much grows there and, like many of the local peasantry, Reg supplemented his meagre scratchings poaching game from the royal hunting grounds in the dark woods of Bretton. | ||
One day, when checking his traps, he stumbles upon, a dirty, emaciated and strange alien looking creature feasting roasting a some stocks he has taken from one of Reg’s shorting gins. | One day, when checking his traps, he stumbles upon, a dirty, emaciated and strange alien looking creature feasting roasting a some stocks he has taken from one of Reg’s shorting gins. | ||
Reg snatched the figure by the scruff of the neck and was about to do him in when the figure started babbling in a foreign tongue, apparently pleading for mercy. | Reg snatched the figure by the scruff of the neck and was about to do him in when the figure started babbling in a foreign tongue, apparently pleading for mercy. The man has dark eyes and dark hair, of a kind not often seen in the chill northern wastes. | ||
“What did you say?” asked the great, | “What did you say?” asked the great, simple giant. | ||
The | The captive’s eyes widen and he says, with great reverence and in flawless high {{sal}}se, | ||
“But you are of the {{sal}}! One of the great [[ | “But you are of the {{sal}}! One of the great [[Lanchmani]], the legendary traders of the North! I am greatly honoured to be bettered by so great a warrior! As is your Lanchmani protocol I [[Give up|give myself up]] to thee! I humbly [[novate]] myself to you!” | ||
What are you? | |||
great | “I am a humble scholar from the Carpathia, on a mission from my king to learn the great Lanchmani ways.” | ||
Reg wasn’t of the [[Lanchmani]] at all, but was one of the indentured peasants engaged to clear the royal sewage, but he allows the figure’s misapprehension to go uncorrected. Reg ties him to a tree and says, “Now, whoever you are, perhaps you call tell me why you are stealing my stocks?” | |||
''Borrowing'' them, sire, ''Borrowing'' them: I shall return them, with interest, at your command. | |||
“''Borrowing'' them? What are you borrowing them for?” | |||
“To lend them to those who most need them.” | |||
“''Lend'' them?” | |||
Indeed: those who need them most pay well, sire. They can return the goods when their circumstances permit. In the mean time, they will pay a good commission. We can share that. we can be Partners!” | |||
“Who are these borrowers?” | |||
“Well, now — for example, ''you'' look hungry, right now, sire —” | |||
“Oh, that I am. Hungry. Very hungry.” | |||
“So aren’t you pleased that [[Vlad Paripasu]], your friendly lender, is here to make a market for you!” The man held out a tin cup of the the steaming stock. | |||
Reg took it and eagerly took a long draught. “Oh, Vlad, it is very good.” | |||
“Isn’t it just. The finest royal stocks! And my prices are fair.” | |||
“Prices?” | |||
Vlad held out his hand. “A gold coin” | |||
“A gold coin? for my own catches?” | |||
“Business is business! How else will we have something to share?” | |||
With an air of bafflement, Reg handed over a copper, and devoured the stock. The two men ate and drank their fill then fell asleep by the fire. | |||
They were rudely awakened not two hours later by the King’s Guard, conducting a routine audit patrol of the King's hunting grounds. | |||
“What have we here?” said the watch commander. Two poachers. | |||
Vlad leaps to Reg’s defence, explaining to the King’s guard that far from Reg having stolen the game, he had in fact just dispossessed thieves of it and was returning to the King. When pressed, Vlad explains it was a nasty-looking Romanian thief. | |||
“Well, who are you, then?” | “Well, who are you, then?” | ||