3th of Winter, 511 AV The Silver Sliver was lively as usual when the day was drawing to an end. The hungry ones came for their meals, the thirsty ones for their drinks and the tired ones to be refreshed or finished off completely. There were also some who chose the inn as a place to talk over some ale and then finally there were a few who had no other reason to be there than just following around those who liked to talk, because they liked to listen. At least that evening there was one such person sitting alone by the table enjoying a delicious meal while his mind and attention were sitting at another table in the company of two men he had first seen a few bells ago in town. ”What you say is all nice and well, but I know I have what it takes to make it big and successful,” arrogance in the raspy voice was above the subtle levels, yet not grand enough to offend the ears of his companion. ”There’s a reason I’m paying for our dinner tonight. The difference between you and I, Jason, is success, and I’ll build upon in. You’ll see.” ”Success or luck, mate?“ A chatting couple leaving the tavern passed between the table of the two men and that of the listener interrupting his immersion in the conversation. ”… carefully and just because you can, doesn’t mean you should piss everything away given the first opportunity.” ”I tell you, I can make my fortunes. What am I? Some sort of blundering idiot that will just throw all the gold at booze and whores? Is that what you think of me?” ”You’re paying for the meal right now…” Jason pointed out with little emotion in his voice. ”Petch off, mate,” the man grumbled. He carried on speaking something into his mug while taking another gulp. ”I tell you," his heavy hand wiped the bushy moustache, ”I know how business works and I can make it work for me. You’ve seen my plans, you’ve heard them many times. It’s perfect, it’s gonna work.” ”Listen, Mathial, you know that I more than anyone want you to succeed," Jason reached for his mate’s shoulder grasping it firmly with a slight shake. ”But why does it have to be Ravok? I’ve told you: bring your ideas and money to Zeltiva. It has the biggest harbour, once you hit success on the streets you’d soon go on to world-wide scale, shipping your stuff to other cities. ”Ah,” with the corner of his eye the amateur spy saw the man wave his hand dismissively. ”I was born and raised here. Ain’t no better city than Ravok, you and I both know that. Besides, I don’t know how things work down there in Zeltiva. Have no contacts there. Network, you know, it’s important stuff.” ”As if you do here, huh? What, the Nitrozian guy changed his mind? He was not even related by blood, right? And even he whisked you away, not that his word would’ve mattered much otherwise. And those two other self-starters? You told me some days ago you still haven’t heard from them. After a season and a half, nearly! Come on, mate!” ”Hey! That’s before I got into some money. They’ll change their minds…” mumbling made it hard to make out the words and the eavesdropper had to really strain his ears, ”… been told that they listen to him, so you can stick your mockery up your arse, Jason.” ”Alright, alright, I didn’t mean hurt your feelings or anything, I respect you, mate, you know that, right? I just want to say that I know some men in Zeltiva. Serious people, they know what they’re doing. Let me talk to them for you, see what they can offer and when I come back sometime in early summer we’ll talk and we'll see how it goes. All I ask is that you sit on this money for now, work your shop like you used to, no big expensive news or anything and, what do you know, soon we’ll set up a good thing going. Trust me.” ”Well, I can’t promise you that, mate,” if it wasn’t for the masculine, raspy voice, the tone would have led one to believe that Mathial was suddenly coquetting with his friend. ”I’m destined to be a self-made man. I tell you what, I’ll wait for you and your ideas, but if I see any good opportunity here, I won’t turn it down just because we talked today. I have some coin, my words weighs more now, so people will listen to me when I talk. And you know me, I know how to work people. Friends, acquaintances, contacts... You laugh at me today, but come this summer I might have hundreds coming to me for a favour when you show up on my steps.” ”I guess that’s fair enough,” the voice seemed to suggest different feelings, not that Mathial would have noticed. ”Anyway, petch these matters. How are you getting ready for this trip?” The conversation seemed to move on to other topics and it was probably going towards the end, since from what the eavesdropper gathered Jason’s caravan was setting out pretty early the next day. Crismento paid for his meals at the bar and left the tavern along with a few other patrons. |