506-10-31 Merchant Guild Meeting

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Merchant Guild Meeting Oct 31, 506
RL Date	February 9, 2009
Players	Belial, Coleridge, Dyonith, Emmaline, Godfrey, Kyrie, Marek, Mya, Phoebe, Sage, Shayne, Traian, Willem
Location	Merchant's Guild Meeting Hall
Crossroads Time and Weather
IC Date	October 31, 506
Season	Autumn

Meeting Hall - Merchants' Guild House - The Docks - Village

The meeting hall of the Merchants' Guild is done in the gold and purple of the guild, an ostentatious and yet functional display of wealth for the members. Thick carpetting in the violet shade has golden patterns tracing through it where it rings the room and covers each of the four tiers that descend towards the lowest part of the room, the center. Each tier is a ring of glossy ebony wood tables with cushioned chairs behind them, the comfort and quality growing with each of the descending levels. Any level affords a good view of the bottom section of the room, but the best seats are obviously lower down.

Steps lead downwards to the bottom, a flat area of glossy black marble holding a long table, a chair at the head and six on either side. Many of the tools of the trade are laid out before each of the grand, leather-backed seats: inkwells and quills, crisp ledgers, blotters, sealing wax.

Settled on the level just above the inner most level, Emmaline is at the table with no other papers before her except one. Lying beside a pair of gloves, the merchant officer is balancing between standing or taking a seat against the table, itself as she glances intermittently towards the entrance.

Mya makes her way into the meeting hall, looking about for a moment curiously, since this is her first time here. The rough-looking tattoo artist carries a large, square leather case. She finds a seat near the bottom of the tiers, so she can see and hear the meeting. Mya looks about at the those gathering, giving a nod of a head to those who acknowledge her.

Marek comes in from the foyer. Marek has arrived. Dyonith comes in from the foyer. Dyonith has arrived. Kyrie comes in from the foyer. Kyrie has arrived.

Traian enters the meeting hall. The goldsmith doesn't seem to know his way around the place too well, though he is aware enough to make his way to the better seats. In between finding this way and picking out a seat, Traian manages to give acknowledging nods to everyone he recognizes.

Belial comes in from the foyer. Belial has arrived.

Belial strides into the meeting hall with a keen gaze flicking over the crowd with quiet expectation. He looks for a place he might sit and then does so.

Dyonith makes his way in, a folder made of leather on under his left arm, and escorting Kyrie on his right. A look of business is about him as he glances around considering and nods slowly to himself. "we shall have to finish our conversation later, this is a important meeting to many of the merchants in my lands." A hint of a smile as he offers a nod to Emmaline.

Marek is here it seems, with his older brother. Finding a nice out of the way place to sit for now he makes himself comfortable as he waits for everything to kick off.

His black cloak surrounding him, the eldest Paggion advances into the Meeting Hall. Without breaking his calm stride, Willem unclasps his outerwear, folding it up as he continues to walk toward the table on the floor. If any of the older merchants try and usher him to one of the tiers, he merely points toward Emmaline starting that he is to be at her side. With his cloak folded and held in his right hand, the young man advances to be beside the female merchant, standing at her side as if some sort of servant. He offers Emma a small smile when she first notices him, but swiftly goes back to a rather sober expression as he waits for the meeting to begins.

Traian finally finds a good seat, and starts looking around, visibly bored as Traian can be seen fidgeting with his fingers.

Godfrey steps into view, looking like another soul who has no business being where he is. He is not a member of the Merchant's Guild, but his protection does not exclude the hard-working men and women of Gateway. He takes a sidestep by the door, hands moving to his sides while his feet practically root him to the floor. Have no fear...

Once noticing that everyone has arrived, Emmaline's attention never once lingers long on those members arriving before pushing herself away from the table with an absent smoothing of her dress. Just in time to politely nod towards Dyonith and then Willem as he approaches before turning towards the center of the room.

"Thank you for coming," she begins, turning to face the assembly with a small but polite smile. "As you are all aware, there are at least two matters of importance to address this evening. Once those are completed, I will open the floor for any other concerns that any member wants to address."

Letting that settle across the room for a few moments, she begins with the obvious, "To start, I am certain that everyone is aware that the request that started in the Mistian barony of Crescent Coast has been withdrawn. There will be no overt changes to our shipping and trade routes, except for those that will support the newest Mistian port endevors."

Mya glances up as Godfrey comes into the room. She gives him a nod of her head and a smile in greeting. She then turns her attention to the woman addressing the meeting. The man sitting nearby her (Traian) gets a nod as well.

Garbed in perpetual, lightless black, the Lady of the Fang cuts a sombrous figure among many showing their opulence in a more outward fashion. The strict cut of her garments allows for little appreciation of her figure, that outer garment of a long cloak maintained even as she and Dyonith take their places among the masses. Soundless consideration sweeps along the crowd, picking out faces and names, but the characteristically quiet woman does not attract undue attention to herself more than her simple presence might otherwise bring. Emmaline receives the fullness of her attention; naturally so, given the topic of the moment.

Dyonith just offers a relaxed seat and glances to Kyrie as he offers a faint smile, "Forgive me." He offers but to what he doesn't say as he glances back to Emmaline, his constance cool and collected as he watches for now, a silent listener.

Taking a seat when it seems as if Emmaline is about to speak, Willem listens quietly before glancing out toward the number of merchants out and about. He appears to be looking for someone, but from how carefully and long he is scanning, he hasn't found them quite yet.

Taking longer pause as she regards the reactions of various individuals, Emmaline continues with the second matter of business with no change in her demeanor. "The second matter of importance is the resignation of Guildmaster Saunder Tremere, effective immediately. From tonight to the next two weeks, elections will be underway to select who will succeed Master Tremere in the position. We will reconvene then to announce who has received the greatest number of votes. This is open to all merchants - officer and shop owner alike." Traian gives Mya a polite smile in return. "Good evenin' ma'am," Traian speaks softly and politely before returning his attention back to Emmaline. The news of Mists does not affect him, though the news of Saunder resigning does get an expression of surprise on his face as he nods. "Huh, who'd though that'll happen?"

Belial's brows steeple as he looks to the young woman, his smile slow and almost cat like as he considers the words spoken. He folds his arms across his chest, but makes no movements past that.

Godfrey nods to Mya in reply, giving her a polite acknowledgement but saying nothing more. It's not his place to speak, so he'll remain quiet for the moment. His eyes flick over to Emmaline when he hears that there has been a resignation.

Kyrie flicks her fingers against the very curve of her arm, letting the cloak fall more easily across the slope of the limb. Her bistre eyes stay unmoving from the Merchant's Guild representative, calm regard leveled easily.

Mya seems pleased to hear the news about elections for a new guild master. She does not comment yet, waiting to hear more details about the elections and how the candidates will be selected.

Marek seems fairly relaxed as Emmaline speaks as he splits his attention between the woman's words, and scanning the crowd around the room. He leans back easily though, seemingly unworried and unhurried as elections are called for. Curiously he looks around the room though, marking faces curiously.

"That being said, any member in good standing is eligible to run. As such, I add myself as a candidate," Emmaline says without missing a beat, keeping both hands lightly touching the table in front of her. "I believe that there is a great deal of work that can be accomplished. It should be, with a far-sighted view to the future and the Guild's place along the other Isles and with the Empire itself." Noting the looks of surprise and the lack thereof, it's the latter emotion that she tries not to linger on too long.

"Others who wish to run are more than welcome to do so. The ballots will be collected and held here securely at the Guild until the voting is complete and the selected individual takes the position."

Elections? Willem arches a brow at the news. He doesn't say a word on the matter, merely looking back toward Emmaline and listening intently as she explains the 'rules of the game' so to speak. This should be interesting, to say the least.

<OOC> Emmaline blinks, "Did I say two weeks ICly in my pose? I meant 1 month ICly. Change that." :) <OOC> Emmaline says, "And that's 2 weeks RL."

Now, Mya does raise her hand. Seems she has a question. "Excuse me, Ma'am?" she asks, "First of all, who are you, and second of all, will there be a list of candidates available? Will the candidates be canvassing for votes?"

Shayne comes in from the foyer. Shayne has arrived.

Traian looks at the woman right next to him (Mya) and back at Emmaline. Traian seems like he was about to speak for a moment, or to speak up. However, neither happens as he just reaches to stratch his head.

Dyonith keeps quiet for not, not seeming the least bit interested in who is guild master for the moment. He closes his eyes as he relaxes and continues to wait it seems.

"My name is Emmaline Sheppard. For the duration of the Former Guildmaster's absence to deal with matters in Guardian, I have been doing much of the day to day dealings of the Guild aside from major matters which have been conferred upon with Master Tremere." comes the reply to Mya. "Aside from that, I have owned the Odds and Ends for over two years and my parents were merchants before that. There will be a list of candidates posted, most assuredly, and they are allowed to canvass for votes."

Mya looks at Emmaline with a bit of a smirk. "Well, I don't know how long you been 'dealing with the day to day dealings of the guild', but I've never seen you and never heard of you. In fact, the guild overall has been great at taking my coin for dues and not even coming by my shop once in the last six months. So I do hope things will change, whoever is elected."

Kyrie maintains a quiet, thoughtful consideration of the conversation, although as a bystander, she has no more to add to the proceedings than Godfrey has. The repartee of question and answer warrants her stated curiosity veiled behind a polite courtier's mask.

Tension? Bad vibrations? Changing moods? This rouses Godfrey from his supposed trance and causes him to stir. Though cobwebs are not present nor does dust displace, there is something unsettling about him being still for so long only to shift the moment he senses something. Anything that brings him from a reverie few dare ask involves what.

Shayne has been seated in the crowd throughout the meeting, silent and attentive. Really. Promise.

Emmaline's smile doesn't fade in the least as she regards Mya with a slight shake of her head, "To the same, I have not had the pleasure of meeting you face to face. Aside from hearing of injuries that you have regretfully sustained over the months. You do look to be quite well, which is always pleasant news to hear or see. As for changes, it depends on who is elected, does it not? Personally, I would not mind paying your shop a visit in the future. Perhaps other guild members, which does include any owner, will do the same."

Marek listens quietly enough from his position next to his elder brother. Though he does offer Emmaline a supporting smile when she might look his way. A idle glance then at Mya before he goes back to just watching the people. To be honest he has very little to add to all of this.

Mya gives a nod of greeting to Emmaline. "Mistress Mya Gyldynhels. And I wasn't meaning people to come to my shop to get a tattoo or piercing. I mean, what in the heck does the Guild do besides collect our money? Aren't they supposed to be representing our interests in the realm? Shouldn't they be involved with the merchants on a more personal level than simply collecting our money and taxing our goods and services?" Seems she really does have a legitimate gripe about the guild.

Shayne's lips twist in a brief smile at Mya's words, sharp. "Indeed, it should," she agrees, speaking up for the first time. "The purpose of the Guild is to represent the interests of its members, to support them. To provide relief in times of disaster, and to aid in keeping business afloat. Not to mention coordinate the actual shipping of goods between the various isles, in terms of manifests. It shouldn't be falling to officials on each isle to discover unusual contents in a shipment, after all."

Like his younger brother, Willem is silent, watching whoever speaks with a calm gaze. The back-and-forth causes his tap his fingers on the table. He seems eager to speak, but for whatever reason, chooses to remain mute.

Kyrie maintains her stillness from the side, paying careful attention to the conversation without adding to it. Though at this point, unlikely she should even be audible at all. A nod is tipped towards Shayne's commentary, the Duchess Consort earning an approving look.

"The Guild is present not only for the merchants, Mistress Gyldynhels," she says, listening with a fading smile but remaining at ease at the questions posed. "Besides being here for the members, overall? The Merchant's Guild was founded not because of its members, but to regulate trade. Because of that, it is also involved in conducting treaties between Guild, Ducheies and the Imperial Throne. There are shipping contracts, business between isles that must be conducted, tracking trade... but everything has limits," Emmaline says with a glance and polite nod of her head towards Shayne. "But we are not solely one thing or another. Members or Trade. Relief to our members is a certainty, but it is not something we bear alone if history proves correct. In part due to the recent uproar of whether or not the Currents would shift, we have been focused on highly on business and less on reaching out to the community. It is a change worth looking at or better yet, having individuals focused on such duties."

Traian simply nods and make a silent "ahh" when Emmaline and Mya introduce themselves, but doesn't otherwise react to the debate, he just listens. If he has any opinions, he isn't showing them. Well, actually, Traian might be bored, he's starting to fidget again.

Mya clenches a fist. "Relief to your members is NOT a certainty. I certainly received no relief from the guild when I was laid up for four months with TWO broken arms. If I did not have a friend who managed my business and found an artist to work on commission, I would have lost my shop. I *DID* lose my home. And no one, save Gavan Locksley, came from the guild to offer me any kind of support at all, whether emotional or financial. So don't tell me the fuckin' guild takes care of its members. This was way before all that current mess, too. So dont' use that as a fucking excuse."

"The guild has certainly suffered of late," Shayne agrees with Mya, if in a somewhat more subdued tone. "Of course, we all understand that the Guildmaster suffered a difficult loss during the Wild Hunt, but the Guild itself must go on, for the survival of the empire. And we can't blame you, Miss Sheppard," she adds with a small, sympathetic smile. "At your age, with only experience as the owner of a small odds and ends shop, it can hardly be a surprise that you would be unable to cover for the guildmaster's mourning. But truly, I think we must look for better management in the Guild, if its members are to value their membership at all."

Sage comes in from the foyer. Sage has arrived.

Coleridge has arrived.

There is the sound of the Sheriff clearing his throat from his post. He has stirred, and now he is making noise in response to the tension that Mya is bringing to an otherwise civil meeting. One has to wonder what may occur if Godfrey actually has to move from his post to respond to the use of strong language in the presence of mixed company. The one assurance one can make is that action would end the noise and he would return to his post.

Phoebe comes in from the foyer. Phoebe has arrived.

"Many people thought that I was too young for the position of officer when I accepted the position as a woman who just turned twenty," Emmaline notes to Shayne with a similar, if softer smile as she addresses the duchess consort. "Experience does change with older age and events, but so is the ability to remain firmly wedged in beliefs and habits. To not have the youthful vision to beyond such a narrow point. If I were older.. I might discount Mistress Gyldynhels grievances under a number of matters. Or give any number of excuses. At the time, it was not handed to me. Which, is aptly the truth. If she or you wish to discuss them after the meeting, then I would be welcomed to do so. Running the guild also means grasping a firm knowledge of what the Guild is and what it stands for. More than just one particular area over another."

Silently, Phoebe Forester enters the room draped in black gowns as she surveys the interior quietly.

Slipping in obviously a bit late, Sage makes her entrance as quiet and discreet as she can, sliding to a spot along the wall and casting moss agate eyes about the room.

Glancing back towards Godfrey for a moment Marek just has to smile slighlty. Ah yes. A man after his own heart. Well said that clearing of the throat was. There is only a slight frown towards Mya before the young mercenary jsut shakes his head and settles back in his chair.

The softened tap tap tap of the master alchemist's cane on the floor announces his arrival. Coleridge makes his way to an unobtrusive location, settling in the watch the discussion. From behind his ever-present blue-tinted spectacles he considers the occupants of the room.

Mya looks over at Godfrey when she hears him clearing his throat. She grimaces for a moment, then looks over to Shayne. "Sorry, I didn't catch your name," she says, "But thanks for your comments, I really appreciate them." She then turns to Emmaline, and says, "What do you mean, you'd discount my grievances? You don't think I have a legitimate grievance?" She shakes her head and says, "I knew it was a mistake to come here, to even TRY to get the guild to see that even we POOR merchants, who have shops in the worst part of town, still are valuable members. Maybe if you stop receiving my dues, and dues from the rest of Gateway West and Gateway East, you'll change your mind." She leans over to Traian and whispers something to him.

"After the meeting?" Shayne arches a brow at Emmaline's response, looking around the group. "What better time to discuss matters that affect the entire guild, not just one particular area of it, than during a meeting of the guild? Miss Sheppard, you cannot simply shut down any protest to what you've decided." She stands when Mya looks to her, dipping her chin in a respectful nod. "Shayne Locksley, of Locksley Trading. My father is of course Dane Locksley, my brother, whom many of you know, Gavan."

Godfrey has reconnected. Godfrey has partially disconnected.

"IF I were older," Emmaline states firmly before giving her head a slower shake. "I would appreciate it if you correctly interpreted my comments, Mistress. I truly unappreciate being unheard properly in favor of being presumed as one thing when I am not." If there's s frown, it's fleeting across Emmaline's features as she looks to Shayne with a slight shake of her head. "I do believe that some were becoming restless. If they wish to stay, they are more than welcome to, Duchess Consort," she adds subtly to such replies. "I have learned that rather than admit that something was wrong, others would discreetly sweep the matter under the rug, give it whatever excuse so as not to take blame. I have noted that it was unfortunate. However, an apology is being unheard and seemingly unaccepted."

Kyrie stirs from her situation next to Dyonith, the pair of Mistians both markedly polite in their inconspicuous bearing. Her fingers touch the edge of her cloak to avoid snagging the hem or tripping; such a lack of decorum would hardly do the mage any positive service. She murmurs something to the man and then proceeds down the row of seats towards Traian, whispering something to him once she is within earshot. As quiet as she is, it might not be impossible to sneak up on someone that way.

Dyonith just shakes his head as he continues to sit where he is quietly. He does stand and turns to offer a bow to Phoebe with a hint of a smile. A nod is given to Kyrie in understanding as he glances back, "If the floor to be opened soon then perhaps?"

Mya gives a smile to Shayne. "Sure, I know your brother, he's a real stand-up guy," she says, "Helped me when I was in the infirmary and everything. Nice ta meet ya." As Emmaline addresses her, however, Mya frowns. "Well, forgive the hell out of me if I'm too stupid to interpret your comments, Miss Shepard. Ya know, I'm just a lowly tattoo artist." Yeah, Emmaline has rubbed her the wrong way, to be sure. "I'll leave you 'legitimate' merchants to your meeting then." She picks up her case, and starts to make her way out of the hall.

The bored Traian turns his head when he hears people entering, but quickly turns to the Kyrie nearby.

Phoebe arches a brow ever so slowly as she watches Mya's interaction with Emmaline. Her lips purse as she tilts her head to one side for a moment before returning it to the normal position.

Godfrey has reconnected.

In the half-shadows along one wall, Sage continues to watch the scene in silence. Arms folded, she rests her back against the wall behind her, lifting her chin a bit so she might more easily observe. Her expression is neutral - right up until Mya makes to leave. Then a frown pronounces itself in clear and tense lines.

Godfrey turns his head when the icy Forester arrives. He says nothing obtrusive other than a rumbled, "Your Excellency," while inclining his head in a nod. His attention becomes more lively when he sees that Mya is leaving. His brows knit, and he watches her rush out of the room after such a display. If she even spares him a glance, she'll feel those eyes directly on her. Not out of malice, mind you. But if she wants attention so badly, she's going to get it. His. Now.

"The point isn't a single apology to a single merchant, Miss Sheppard," Shayne points out, extending a hand to Mya in illustration. "It's that Miss Gyldynhels demonstrates the recent problems with the guild, no matter how colorfully she does so. You apologize to her now, yes. But how is any other merchant in this room, many of them shop owners much like Miss Gyldynhels, to be sure that they will find the support she did not? What of the shipping merchants involved in the confusion between Green Fields and Ethos, in the shipment of illegal materials? What of the merchants of Mists, many of whom you described to me as not having registered formal protest with the guild, despite attempts to travel to Gateway, perhaps for that very purpose?" She shakes her head, though she moves to seat herself once more. "This is not the Guild my great-grandfather joined."

Kyrie tilts her head up slightly, still speaking in muted tones to Traian. The duchess consort's commentary gives her pause, and her dark eyes settle in that direction, as though seeking eye contact.

Phoebe arches both brows at Shayne's commentary, her lips pursing once more. Silent. Watchful.

Traian can be seen shruging and then speaking softly to Kyrie before he nods and smiles.

Having taken the break from his laboratory to come to the meeting, Coleridge is not one to waste time idly. From a pocket he produces half a slightly-flattened sandwich. He is not so uncouth as to eat it with the possibility of ruining his shirt, hence the linen napkin that he tucks in his collar as a bib. Listening to the exchange while he eats his dinner, his gazes follows Mya's exit before returning to Shayne and Emmaline.

At the mention of Gavan, there's a slight note of interest in her eyes with a narrow press of her lips. "The Locksely family is quite well known beyond Guardian. Especially after Gavan's impromptu posting regarding what he perceived as the changing of the Currents - regardless of His Majesty's not stating his decision at that time. It was a few days afterwards that the Baroness Crescent Coast rescinded her request. Should we consider such impulsive acts as being good," Emmaline notes with a glance towards Shayne where her attention remains. Even as Mya makes such a sweeping exit.

"The fact that I would offer an apology - late or otherwise, should display the difference between what has been and what may. The Guild has been looking into the matter between Green Fields and Ethos extensively. Which would have been divulged, should those making queries would have sought the Guild out. While we may extend ourselves, people should feel as if they can come to the Guild as well. As for the protest within Mists," she begins with a light query to her voice. "What I said was true, Duchess Consort. If you feel inspired to see the grievances filed compared to the people mentioned in the rumors, you will see a disparate between numbers and people. It has been brought to the Guild's attention that many merchants were pressed upon to behave in such actions by one individual. Not by their own free will. Furthermore, the Guild is not one to be nudged ahead by anyone other than its members regardless of who they may or may not be, Your Grace."

Mya does notice Godfrey noticing her. As she comes up to him near the exit, she says, "What?!? I didn't hit anybody." She mumbles something under her breath, before attempting to leave through the door.

Mya mutters to herself, "Fucking... assholes."

"Gavan restated existing contracts and made an offer of business, Miss Sheppard, in the interest of good faith with those who do business with both Locksley Trading and White Falcon Freight," Shayne replies with a sharp smile. "As this is a Guild of merchants, it should hardly surprise anyone that one of its members should wish to maintain the promises made in those contracts, namely that goods would be shipped to and from Polaris Port. And I must disagree, Miss Sheppard, that we must all come to the Guild for information. The Guild is certainly proactive about coming to each of us for our dues. Perhaps it might bring information at those times as well." She settles to the back of her seat once more, hands folding in her lap.

Watching in silence; Willem sees the volley going on back and forth from certain players. He leans back somewhat in his chair. One hand clasps over a loose fist, giving a faint smile that is almost a smirk as he listens to proceedings. "You're going to run away now?" asks Godfrey as he watches Mya shoot him an angry glare. Like he hasn't seen those before. The daily run-ins with aggressive attitudes and bitter feelings are the contributors to his death from heart disease that looms in the far-off future. But certainly sooner than had he chosen a less-stressful profession. Like mining. Or gravedigging.

Traian smiles at Kyrie and then looks around, specifically towards the exit. Raising her palm to her shoulder, Kyrie withdraws from the impromptu conversation had with the jeweler. She makes for a very subdued presence in the cut and thrust of discussion, even while taking a vacant seat a little farther along.

Mya only has two words to respond to Godfrey. "Fuck yes," she says, as she takes her flask out of her back pocket, unfastening it, and bringing it up to her mouth, as she makes her way out the door.

Mya leaves the meeting hall. Mya has left.

Emmaline considers the situation with a tilt of her head, not in acquiescence but in consideration, "The phrasing of such a missive clearly stated 'pending change of the currents', if I am not mistaken. Honoring trade agreements within the Guild, is one thing. To subtly cause more concern and worry where it was not warranted?" Leaving the question unanswered, she releases the light touch on the table in order to step back and place one hand against an empty chair. "Would it have been a wise course of action to spread such information when the Guild did not know who was behind it - merchant, sailor or member? We cannot be that trusting to share what we know with just anyone. That would be the same as.. to use an example, spreading sensitive information to your duchy to merely anyone - including those who may mean you harm. Now. Presently, rather than simply informing the members of such changes via a missive as would have been likely in the past? I chose a meeting as the format. Wisely so, otherwise I would not have known of such grievances or points of contention," she says with a swift, but brief glance towards Mya before regarding those still present. "I would open the floor to any other matter of business, if the Duchess Consort has nothing to add?"

Shayne waves a hand, palm up, before herself with a polite smile at Emmaline's words, content in silence now. content in silence now.

Dyonith raises his hand faintly, making a motion with a hint of a smirk

Emmaline slightly inclines her head before regarding the room at large, gesturing to Dyonith with one hand, "Very well, Lord Zeloral. You have the floor."

Dyonith offers a cough as he stands up considering things as they are turning more, "Indeed, I have many interesting points but little done in what may be done to resolve or even address many of the concerns I have heard here. I am certain Mya is one of many who has had difficulty with finances. Yet if I recall correctly, the guild was not meant to be a charity or a hand out. But a way to focus business, control trade, and regulate pricing. Making it so its members can stay competitive and make money. I have not read or seen anywhere where it is the guilds responsility to become a charity to merchants hard on their luck." Glancing to where Mya left with a faint hint of a smirk, "Yet I am here for a very specific purpose in the business I own and represent. Business the way it was meant to be. It has come to my attention a growing number of traders and merchants who deal with the exporting side of the staple items we trade in are wishing to shift over towards the new port. Convience, safety, and speed which in turn reduce a noticeable amount of cost, which in turn benefits the overall well being of my lands of Enchanted Coral. With that in mind I am making a offer to put a buyout of 50% for the exclusive shipping contracts that transport said goods of the coral and sands to harbors otherwise, with a renewall contract given in its place as well." If anybody does the math thats a pretty good deal, "Through the merchants that offer the shipping. Keep in mind this offer is only for the goods my lands export, anything else is up to the captians and the ships of course."

Traian looks around before his eyes stop in the direction of Shayne in the back, and then turns back to Kyrie to shake his head.

Belial leaves the meeting hall. Belial has left.

"And the shops?" Gently noted without addressing the high majority of the points made, Emmaline focuses on the important one - the contract. "Or are these owners who have decided to move to the Cove to encourage growth on the second port? The concern first and foremost is that there will be limited disruption to business. The second would be whether or not you have gained interest on this proposal or you were merely placing it on the table."

Dyonith holds up a finger and smiles, 'Already worked out. The currents go by both ports. You stop at the port on the way in, move on to the cove. Go back the same way at the change of the currents, keeps the shops in stock and over all reduces cost. The cove for my puproses will be used for storage and exports, and eventually food imports. The loss of business is minimal if the ships take into consideration two stops. In the end its still a major cost reduction and can maintain trade."

"Interesting. Would you be willing to discuss this in further detail later," Emmaline inquires towards Dyonith with an all too noticeable nod of her head. "I think... because of the late hour, we should close the floor for business. But if there is interest, we can certainly reconvene earlier."

Paying mind to the conversation, Kyrie is a silent bystander -- or sitter, as the case may be -- as every detail slips by. She lacks any paper or pen, little necessary, for the information spins through without her likely missing any of it.

Having heard enough, apparently, Sage slips along the wall until she can make her exit, as quiet as she came, and not having said a word the entire time. There is a bemused expression on her face, however, and a faint frown lingers as she steps outside the Meeting Room.

Sage leaves the meeting hall. Sage has left.

Dyonith smiles at that, "i have some interest. Its a good deal for any captain in their right mind. My intent is simply to lower the cost for the trade in my lands. The cove has to much value, yes I will gladly speak to you later on the matter. I have had many request from within my lands and even some without about this issue." A hint of a smile, "But I in no way wish to destabalize the port either. As a center of Mistian culture and tourism, it is best to keep it in mind in all negotiations. Myself I really don't understand half of this, ships can easily hit both ports in a single pass." Smirking for a moment, "Do take care.." He then turns and smiles to Kyrie, "Care to go finish our talk?"

Phoebe looks around at those present before turning and slipping out the exit once again.

Phoebe leaves the meeting hall. Phoebe has left.

Traian stands up as Dyonith finishes. Oh, bad timing, Traian has that look on his face. Nevertheless, Traian nods to Kyrie before he heads to the back towards Shayne.

Shayne doesn't look convinced by Dyonith's math, arching a brow slightly, but she doesn't make any comment on it. As the meeting is dismissed, she moves to stand, offering a polite smile as Traian appoaches. "Good evening, sir," she greets with a polite tip of her chin.

Having finished his sandwich, Coleridge wipes at the corner of his mouth with his napkin. He dips his chin to Emmaline, and makes his way from the chamber. Coleridge has disconnected.

With the meeting wrapping up, Emmaline lingers for a few moments - long enough to gather the few things that she had settled on the table on the next level. Nodding to Coleridge after addressing Dyonith in the same, she moves up the stairs leading back into the foyer proper.