Caleidah
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- Posted: Thu, 29 Jan 2015 05:33:03 +0000
Istolil Filifar
"We'll have a few more carav-" Istolil bit back his words when the Dwarf before him continued talking. Her impatience with the situation gave him the starts of a very bad taste about the day, but it could be excused. She had the raiment of a city officer, and was likely not the first person that had been assigned to welcome them. Istolil gave a hand sign and the group began to move along with their escort. "I do appreciate that your College of Delegates was able to see us on such short notice. It will be better for both of our peoples if this is handled and set aside as quickly as possible."
As they walked, he took in the city on all sides. It had been decades since he had set foot in the capital, and that had been on the long end of a trade caravan. Exhausted and coated in the dust of the road, he had not been able to properly take in the sights. The city had seemed elegant then, even from the caravan barracks. Now, it was a true sight to behold. Dwarven architecture, dating back thousands of years. There were differences here and there, generational styles rising up beside their ancestors. As much as he would love to spend a week, or even a month, in the city to absorb its architecture and to build up new trade, he forced himself back to the situation at hand. One of his aides came up to his side. He was one of the few in military garb among his retinue, though it was still in Istolil's personal colors, not those of Drowfen. He walked with a swagger, and carried a sword and dagger openly on his hip.
"Istolil, I have seen to it that everyone is well appraised of what to expect today. A few of our men from within the city were funneling reports back this morning. Everything should be as it seems." Istolil's raised eyebrow made the Dokkalfar grin. "If I'm going to be the head of your household guard, I get the right to act like it from time to time."
This time, Istolil laughed and nodded. "True enough, Ristel. If you'd do one thing for me, ensure that any of ours that come through the portal stay out of the markets. We're surely not going to be looked at with adoration any time soon."
Ristel bowed his head and turned back to the small procession. He tapped a few men out of the line and they returned back to the portal. With that done, he trotted back forward and resumed his place in the procession at Istolil's left hand.
Istolil returned to his thinking for a time, and had to be shaken out of it by Ristel when they reached the court where the meeting would be taking place. His page came forward, carrying their passports and the letter from the Chancellor. "I hope they weren't expecting someone higher ranking," he muttered. The page and Ristel both heard, but only the latter showed it, patting Istolil on the shoulder. "And who outranks you in a city that you have bought and sold?" It was enough to settle Istolil's nerves.
The retinue dispersed as they reached the courtroom, some moving to benches, others taking up places near the doors, nodding in recognition to their dwarven counterparts. All around the room, Istolil's guards were adjusting their clothing. To most, a simple act of courtly etiquette. To any that had worked in shadier business, a recognizable check done by each to ensure that their weapons were in place. The page trotted before them all and stepped up onto the dais at the center of the room.
"Esteemed and respected dwarven lords, Delegates to the College of Kargath, I present to you Istolil Filifar, Caravan Lord and Merchant, member of the Supreme Conclave of Drowfen and the Dokkalfar." The page bowed deeply and stepped forward with the documents, the letter from the Chancellor sitting on top. As a guard took them, he bowed again and turned, returning to stand next to the dais as Istolil climbed it.
"Lords, Delegates, it is under unfortunate terms that I have come today to treat with you. However, I am certain that we will be able to reach an understanding of things that will benefit both of our people. The Chancellor has sent me in his stead, and has imparted his authority unto me for all dealings and agreements made here. He has sent a letter explaining, and apologizing for, his absence." Istolil bowed just as deeply as the page had and straightened. He would let the Delegates make the first play of this conference.