The warm salt water wind ruffled against the hood of Lydia’s cloak as droplets of rain bounced off the rough fabric. This section of the harbor was quiet, as it usually was. Private docks owned by Lady Strand herself had seen less traffic as of late.
But that was about to change as dockworkers unloaded a shipment of Obanese wine. It would fetch a decent price amongst the nobility of Vel Anir and help fund some recent investments House Strand had been eyeing.
Once upon a time they’d have needed to seek permission from the Great Houses to move foreign goods into Anirian territory. Now they simply had to file all the proper requests with the republic.
This new method broadcasted their intentions to everyone however and House Weiroon, a Great House traditionally focused on Obanese commerce, was none too pleased with a minor noble house stepping on their toes.
”Our spy informed us they’d wait until the trade cog was fully unloaded before they’d strike,” she informed the retinue of mercenaries surrounding her.
They’d hidden themselves away in cloaks, waiting in the shadows for whatever force the Weiroon’s sent. In the time between the crates coming off the boat and waiting to be loaded onto carriages they would attempt to steal away the foreign wine for themselves.
As these docks normally only had a few guards posted it should’ve been an easy job for House Weiroon.
But whenever they appeared Lydia and the mercenaries paid by Maritza Strand herself would strike. ”Remember, no survivors.” Anyone who attempted to steal from House Strand would be cut down. Without mercy. Without exception.
It wouldn’t be long now until their adversaries arrived.
Dreymon
But that was about to change as dockworkers unloaded a shipment of Obanese wine. It would fetch a decent price amongst the nobility of Vel Anir and help fund some recent investments House Strand had been eyeing.
Once upon a time they’d have needed to seek permission from the Great Houses to move foreign goods into Anirian territory. Now they simply had to file all the proper requests with the republic.
This new method broadcasted their intentions to everyone however and House Weiroon, a Great House traditionally focused on Obanese commerce, was none too pleased with a minor noble house stepping on their toes.
”Our spy informed us they’d wait until the trade cog was fully unloaded before they’d strike,” she informed the retinue of mercenaries surrounding her.
They’d hidden themselves away in cloaks, waiting in the shadows for whatever force the Weiroon’s sent. In the time between the crates coming off the boat and waiting to be loaded onto carriages they would attempt to steal away the foreign wine for themselves.
As these docks normally only had a few guards posted it should’ve been an easy job for House Weiroon.
But whenever they appeared Lydia and the mercenaries paid by Maritza Strand herself would strike. ”Remember, no survivors.” Anyone who attempted to steal from House Strand would be cut down. Without mercy. Without exception.
It wouldn’t be long now until their adversaries arrived.
Dreymon