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−	<div></div>	+	<div></div><br> <br>A fine spring evening. The sky is mostly clear with a few scattered clouds, and beings have gathered in the court. The court doesn't appear terribly unusual compared to many others, with the council of the people and the Good King presiding over the issues of the day. The familiar rodent scholar stands beside the king, reading off a scroll, "The next matter," he says officiously, "Is a land grant to a Gang Xi Siyu, a being of foreign birth that wishes to build on His Majesty's land."<br> <br>Siyu takes a deep breath and steadies himself. He's going to be wearing his formal clothing, silks, well pressed, well cut. His long flowing hair is pulled back with a silver hair clasp. His face dotted with makeup. It's a council with the royal court. The 18 year old merchant, of foreign birth, and recent arrival, could not have imagined he'd be in this position. The short rodent nervous, but trying to hide it. Trying his best to. Still sweat does form upon his brow as he waits. He waits and...oh by the Creators, he's first? Damnit. He stands, slowly, calmly smoothing his clothing over his hips. Trying to recall what Sweetwater's protocals are. Does he move and supplicate himself in front of the king, does he wait to be called...ahh damn!<br> <br>Mirana sits back in her chair. She'd be doing the preformance when the time came. She mostly listened to how things were presiding. Her usual topics didn't come up much, the state of the poor, the state of the soul gifted. The 'war' had been an interesting topic off and on, and she'd said her peace when it was her turn to do so. She'd left her young ones in the car of her house for the evening to be here. Her ears perk quickly at the name though! "Siyu?" She asks quietly, looking about for him!<br> <br>Rogna casually makes his way to the Castle District. He adjusts his cape by casting it back behind him with one hand as he moves and ensures that he is presentable, before he strolls into attendance of the fine court proceedings. Taking a seat he listens carefully, this was an interesting topic.<br> <br>Angus takes his seat, crossing his legs a bit as he watches the small rat walk up before the king. "hm?" He asks, turning to look at his sister for a bit as he chuckles. "Why so surprised?" He teases, before turning back to the proceedings at hand, leaning forward in his chair as he propes an elbow up on his knee.<br> <br>Dio was never a person for courts or big imporant meetings, but this one was of interest for the lion in more ways than one. With his coat in the best possible fancy state he could manage, the heavily scarred lion files his way into the area and finds a comfortable spot to listen to the proceedings. Perhaps, if he could get the chance, he could propose something as well!<br> <br>The Good King nods towards the figure, "Rise, my good being. Take your place." A gesture is made towards the stand made for just the occasion, "And tell me what you would do with my people's land? I am to understand that you are of Shralestan birth?"<br> <br>Mirana stands up herself, brushing off her dress, looking over to SIyu, smiling a bit, whispering over to Angus, "No surprise dear brother, I knew he'd be doing this, I'm just happy to see him get this for himself." She says, tails twitching a bit. She bounces very slightly on her heels, excitement for the little doll she and Jessica played with boiling through, but a deep breath and a calming exhale, "You do good Siyu." she whispers as quietly as she can, looking over as Rogna joins them.<br> <br>Siyu swallows, his mouth dry, he'll walk, stiffly, trying to keep his walk dignified. Back straight, though his hips sway, he can't help that. He takes the a posistion up at the podium, sweat forming more contiously now. Gloved hands firmly on the podium he bows formally to the Good King. His forhead, touching the podium. "My Good King, Lord and Master of all of Sweetwater. Yes inddeed, I am born of Shralesta. A merchant fresh arrived to your cities and your lands. And I will say the lands have been good to me, and I have been met with much sucess." he swallows again, glancing to see if there is water anywhere nearby. "The recent events of blockade, and the stifiling of trade and dockwork concern me greatly. I ask not for a grant of land, instead, simply, a writ of permission. Sweetwater has abundance of fields, mines, and forests. What it lacks, at the moment, is work for good honest men. I ask for permission, from your Grace, who owns all. To use the forests. To employ any without job, any with good hands who cannot feed his family. To harvest wood." he pauses again. "Wood for ships needs to cure and age. I know not what your Grace plans to do, or what the future will bring, I make no claim to either. However, the wood of Sweetwater is easily sold in any port that will take it. My request is permission to harvest wood from the bountiful forests. To employ those which this crises have left idle, and to stack and prepare valuable timber." He takes a half step back from the podium. "I will pay whatever fair cost you decide for your forests Good King, whatever tax of profits you wish. And I will offer the right of first sale of any and all timber gathered to Sweetwater. If the timber is needed you may use it, if not, then it will be cured and ready to ship where it is needed."<br> <br>Angus nods a bit, watching the proceedings with a smirk. "Knew he could due it." He mutters to himself, scritching at his chin a bit as he watches. "He was actually talking about this a week ago." He turns his gaze to watch Dio, giving him a small smirk as he waves.<br> <br>Dio finds himself a lovely chair and attempts to get himself comfortable, occasionally fidgiting around as time goes on. Peeking over the crowd, he returns the wave to Angus and smiles before listening to the rat speak his proposition. "Oh?" He says under his breath, rubbing his chin. Certainly an interesting case, and most fitting for a merchant. The lion crosses his legs and shifts his eyes to the King himself, waiting to hear his reponse.<br> <br>The mouse speaks and Rogna listens, watching the court for signs of approval or dissaproval. This was quite a thing to ask. Working conditions and resource renewal, there are so many questions he must bottle inside for the moment, merely offering a glance of recognition to those he knows.<br> <br>The Good King looks towards his scholar, Mione. Mione nods back and speaks clearly for the benefit of everyone in the room, King and Council included, "The lumber quality of the kingdom as a whole is considered acceptable. The eastern forest is considered exceptional, but risky to harvest due to native fauna. There are several tree farms in protectionable distance of Firmament itself."
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		+	The Good King seems to muse on this, then taps twice on the wooden podium he sits behind, "Tell me, why should I entrust this task to you? I know you not, and you are not native to my people. Who will speak on your character, and who will speak on your competency? You understand I cannot entrust the land of our people to just anyone."<br> <br>Mirana looks out to the Good King, "My sire. Lady Mirana Solacious, if I may speak." She calls out, "Gang Xi Siyu, has, while in my eyes, and as far as my ears could reach, done much good for the kingdom already. He has assisted in the work done at Mossy Stone. He has helped in the construction of an alter to give praise to the spirits that have blessed us of late with their presence and capabilities in fighting with the Old Ones. I can speak that he is a businessman of both great understanding, shrewdness, but also with a messure of generocity. With what voice I have with my house, I would vouch that such a venture by Gang Xi Siyu, whom I've come to know prefers just Siyu, is very unlikely to fail, and stands great chance at bringing even greater prosparity to My Lords great land, even in these troubled times."

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Participants

• Angus
• Dio
• Luck
• Mirana
• Nuku
• Rogna
• Siyu

Date

13/3/477

Log

A fine spring evening. The sky is mostly clear with a few scattered clouds, and beings have gathered in the court. The court doesn't appear terribly unusual compared to many others, with the council of the people and the Good King presiding over the issues of the day. The familiar rodent scholar stands beside the king, reading off a scroll, "The next matter," he says officiously, "Is a land grant to a Gang Xi Siyu, a being of foreign birth that wishes to build on His Majesty's land."

Siyu takes a deep breath and steadies himself. He's going to be wearing his formal clothing, silks, well pressed, well cut. His long flowing hair is pulled back with a silver hair clasp. His face dotted with makeup. It's a council with the royal court. The 18 year old merchant, of foreign birth, and recent arrival, could not have imagined he'd be in this position. The short rodent nervous, but trying to hide it. Trying his best to. Still sweat does form upon his brow as he waits. He waits and...oh by the Creators, he's first? Damnit. He stands, slowly, calmly smoothing his clothing over his hips. Trying to recall what Sweetwater's protocals are. Does he move and supplicate himself in front of the king, does he wait to be called...ahh damn!

Mirana sits back in her chair. She'd be doing the preformance when the time came. She mostly listened to how things were presiding. Her usual topics didn't come up much, the state of the poor, the state of the soul gifted. The 'war' had been an interesting topic off and on, and she'd said her peace when it was her turn to do so. She'd left her young ones in the car of her house for the evening to be here. Her ears perk quickly at the name though! "Siyu?" She asks quietly, looking about for him!

Rogna casually makes his way to the Castle District. He adjusts his cape by casting it back behind him with one hand as he moves and ensures that he is presentable, before he strolls into attendance of the fine court proceedings. Taking a seat he listens carefully, this was an interesting topic.

Angus takes his seat, crossing his legs a bit as he watches the small rat walk up before the king. "hm?" He asks, turning to look at his sister for a bit as he chuckles. "Why so surprised?" He teases, before turning back to the proceedings at hand, leaning forward in his chair as he propes an elbow up on his knee.

Dio was never a person for courts or big imporant meetings, but this one was of interest for the lion in more ways than one. With his coat in the best possible fancy state he could manage, the heavily scarred lion files his way into the area and finds a comfortable spot to listen to the proceedings. Perhaps, if he could get the chance, he could propose something as well!

The Good King nods towards the figure, "Rise, my good being. Take your place." A gesture is made towards the stand made for just the occasion, "And tell me what you would do with my people's land? I am to understand that you are of Shralestan birth?"

Mirana stands up herself, brushing off her dress, looking over to SIyu, smiling a bit, whispering over to Angus, "No surprise dear brother, I knew he'd be doing this, I'm just happy to see him get this for himself." She says, tails twitching a bit. She bounces very slightly on her heels, excitement for the little doll she and Jessica played with boiling through, but a deep breath and a calming exhale, "You do good Siyu." she whispers as quietly as she can, looking over as Rogna joins them.

Siyu swallows, his mouth dry, he'll walk, stiffly, trying to keep his walk dignified. Back straight, though his hips sway, he can't help that. He takes the a posistion up at the podium, sweat forming more contiously now. Gloved hands firmly on the podium he bows formally to the Good King. His forhead, touching the podium. "My Good King, Lord and Master of all of Sweetwater. Yes inddeed, I am born of Shralesta. A merchant fresh arrived to your cities and your lands. And I will say the lands have been good to me, and I have been met with much sucess." he swallows again, glancing to see if there is water anywhere nearby. "The recent events of blockade, and the stifiling of trade and dockwork concern me greatly. I ask not for a grant of land, instead, simply, a writ of permission. Sweetwater has abundance of fields, mines, and forests. What it lacks, at the moment, is work for good honest men. I ask for permission, from your Grace, who owns all. To use the forests. To employ any without job, any with good hands who cannot feed his family. To harvest wood." he pauses again. "Wood for ships needs to cure and age. I know not what your Grace plans to do, or what the future will bring, I make no claim to either. However, the wood of Sweetwater is easily sold in any port that will take it. My request is permission to harvest wood from the bountiful forests. To employ those which this crises have left idle, and to stack and prepare valuable timber." He takes a half step back from the podium. "I will pay whatever fair cost you decide for your forests Good King, whatever tax of profits you wish. And I will offer the right of first sale of any and all timber gathered to Sweetwater. If the timber is needed you may use it, if not, then it will be cured and ready to ship where it is needed."

Angus nods a bit, watching the proceedings with a smirk. "Knew he could due it." He mutters to himself, scritching at his chin a bit as he watches. "He was actually talking about this a week ago." He turns his gaze to watch Dio, giving him a small smirk as he waves.

Dio finds himself a lovely chair and attempts to get himself comfortable, occasionally fidgiting around as time goes on. Peeking over the crowd, he returns the wave to Angus and smiles before listening to the rat speak his proposition. "Oh?" He says under his breath, rubbing his chin. Certainly an interesting case, and most fitting for a merchant. The lion crosses his legs and shifts his eyes to the King himself, waiting to hear his reponse.

The mouse speaks and Rogna listens, watching the court for signs of approval or dissaproval. This was quite a thing to ask. Working conditions and resource renewal, there are so many questions he must bottle inside for the moment, merely offering a glance of recognition to those he knows.

The Good King looks towards his scholar, Mione. Mione nods back and speaks clearly for the benefit of everyone in the room, King and Council included, "The lumber quality of the kingdom as a whole is considered acceptable. The eastern forest is considered exceptional, but risky to harvest due to native fauna. There are several tree farms in protectionable distance of Firmament itself."

The Good King seems to muse on this, then taps twice on the wooden podium he sits behind, "Tell me, why should I entrust this task to you? I know you not, and you are not native to my people. Who will speak on your character, and who will speak on your competency? You understand I cannot entrust the land of our people to just anyone."

Mirana looks out to the Good King, "My sire. Lady Mirana Solacious, if I may speak." She calls out, "Gang Xi Siyu, has, while in my eyes, and as far as my ears could reach, done much good for the kingdom already. He has assisted in the work done at Mossy Stone. He has helped in the construction of an alter to give praise to the spirits that have blessed us of late with their presence and capabilities in fighting with the Old Ones. I can speak that he is a businessman of both great understanding, shrewdness, but also with a messure of generocity. With what voice I have with my house, I would vouch that such a venture by Gang Xi Siyu, whom I've come to know prefers just Siyu, is very unlikely to fail, and stands great chance at bringing even greater prosparity to My Lords great land, even in these troubled times."