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News And Letters?How bout Peace and Quiet?-Ferravale log

Who:

Patch-Spy,Tavern worker...basically annoying local rat...

Blisa-Chieftain of Ferravale

Ferfinand-Body Guard to Chieftain Blisa

Mergleton- Ambassador of Ferravale

Log:

Blisa is in her home, relaxing, for a change. She has a large sketchbook on her lap, her case of drawing supplies open beside her on the sofa. Ferdinand is the only guard present at the moment, and he is busy weaving at his loom. It has a beautiful pattern, whatever in the world he's making. The fire in the fireplace crackles, there is tea and scones on the low table. The atmosphere is relaxing. Perfect for an evening with nothing Chieftain-ish to do.....

Patch is here and unlike most doesn't always knock, he is rude at times "Hey ya..chiefie!! Did ya hear...news...That Hanzi is dead and someone may of seen that snake of yours"

Blisa stiffens, and Ferdinand has his recurve bow up with an arrow knocked to it before he realizes, oh, it's just Patch the Suicidal. He doesn't, however, lower the arrow, which is aimed at the rat's heart. And Ferdinand never misses. "Patch," the cat says coldly as she continues to draw, refusing to look at her 'intruder'. "You really need to learn some manners. You may call me Chiefy as much as you want, but don't barge into my house or my office like that again." She makes some long sweeping strokes in her drawing, then adds, "Do we know who killed that stupid hare? And how do you know it's Basilisk who was spotted, hmm?"

Patch backs up and almost knocks over some vase and straightens it up "Umm..someone who hated him a lot...some cloaked beast, stabbed him in the back like literally and threw him at some otters like here ya go...and a couple weasels saw a snake in the woods and supposedly a rat may of got his head almost ate or..something"

As Ferdinand sets his bow and arrow down and returns to his weaving, Blisa continues to refuse to look at the rat and instead focus on her drawing. "Well, good riddance, I say. And was this rat you, by any chance?" Her voice has a slight mocking tone to it as she asks this question. The rat is obviously not one of her favorite subjects. "There are /plenty/ of snakes in Mossflower, Patch. Just because some idiot almost gets eaten by one doesn't mean it's my Basil."

Patch shrugs and speaks "Wasn't me...I don't go near snakes, and don't know...and no I am NOT looking for Basil....that thing is creepy"

A quiet knock is suddenly heard at the door, which quickly becomes louder but my no means irritating. When at first there is no answer, the beast on the other side of the door waits for a moment before knocking again and finally the knocking falls silent.

Blisa rolls her eyes when the knocking starts. "Of course. Patch, be useful and open the door, please. Ferdinand is making a blanket." Ferdinand looks a little annoyed. He can open the door, the blanket's not THAT hard. But he'll talk to her about it later. The Chieftain's lips are pursing in annoyance. This was going to be her evening off, but noooooo, everybeast apparently is deciding to irritate her. "And yeah, Basil is creepy," she adds as an afterthought. "That's why part of why I keep him around."

Patch frowns but nods as he opens the door slowly and nods a hello, a quick "She's moody" Is whispers and then he backs out of the way to let Mergleton inside.

Mergleton walks in calmly and bows. "Miss Cheiftain" he nods in Patches direction "Mr. Patch". He pulls out a chair and sits down. "My apologies for disturbing your meeting but I come baring important news. I recently received a letter from my father that I believe may be of some importance" he clears his throat. "My beloved son, I write to you as my twelfth year in service to Ravos begins. We have come far from the Great Famine of 347 and now possess a surplus of goods for trade. The King has approved a royally charted expedition to Mossflower in hopes of setting up trade. Please inform the leaders of Mossflower of my arrival as we should be make haste to Mossflower by Earlysummer. I shall see you soon. Signed, Lord Mergleton Charles Fredrich Desmond Applewood Zinsbury Korvovowitzchesteringtonshire the Lesser, High Merchant of Ravos and Hand of the King.

Blisa sighs and continues to draw. "Oh, we weren't having a meeting. You're not interrupting any more than he is." Which is code for 'YOU PEOPLE ARE RUINING MY ENTIRE EVENING', but she's not going to come out and say that right now. Ferdinand sighs. Yes, ignore the bodyguard. Oh, well. He smiles as he thinks of something and continues to weave the blanket. As the fox reads his letter, a confused frown creases her brow. When he finishes, she finally looks up from her drawing. "Wait....347 what? What king? What is a Ravos? Why would he want to trade with us? Why do you people have so many freaking long names, Mergle? You're worse than those blasted hares." She may be having a rreeeeaaaalllly bad evening right now.

Patch edges to the door ever ever so slowly, should he run or stay he so unsure right now as he frowns.

Mergleton calms waits for Blisa's rant to end before speaking. "Ravos is my homeland, Ms. Cheiftain

Mergleton calmly waits for Blisa's rant to end before speaking. "Ravos is my homeland, Ms. Cheiftain a small kingdom on an island far across the Eastern Sea. My father is in charge of trade as well as the other merchant lords and was appointed hand of the king upon the most recent monarch's coronation" seeing Blisa's continued confusion he takes a deep breath before speaking again. "Unlike Mossflower, the isle of Ravos chooses to record it's history in pure years than than seasons, a calendar which began upon the coronation of it's first king" he raises and eyebrow at his last explanation. "And it is common for many lords of Ravos to have extravagant names and titles. I assure you my father wishes to trade in good faith. If Ravos has a surplus then it would do both countries much good to converse in trade, and my father knows this well"

Blisa glances at the rat and points meaningfully at a chair. Turning back to the fox, she takes a deep, calming breath. "I didn't mean to express suspicion. I'm just wondering what we have to trade with, um, the land of Ravos that they don't have." Ferdinand has paused in his weaving and is listening intently, with obvious understanding of what all this means. The Chieftain looks at her drawing, which is of a horse, a creature she has never seen, but she's still drawing it exceptionally well. "This kingdom where you are from sounds rather complicated...."

Mergleton smiles. "I am certain that Ravos will find something which it does not have, though we are perhaps more interested in providing what we already have for Redwall. My father has been generous in the past by providing me with the necessary funds for Mr. Marek's recent endeavors as well as the recovery efforts following Mr. Ormaz's invasion"

Patch just, he just sits and listens quietly, info is always good to quietly gather after all.

Blisa raises her eyebrows. "Oh, so YOUR daddy's the one with the deep pockets, hmm? How did he get the money to you in time.....how did he get the letter to you, anyway?" Ferdinand steps out from behind his loom and comes to sit beside the Chieftain. "Tho thith King hath an interetht in a peace treaty? What type of creature ith thith king? What ith the opinion on thlavery in your home country?"

Patch nods "Yeah...."He then decides to be quiet and back to listening quietly, He would of left but this interesting so far.

Mergleton raises an eyebrow. "Slavery? We would never think of such a barbaric practice! I am insulted, sir!" he stops himself before the rant can continue. "Ahem, yes. While I certainly have a sizable income myself, I have had to take out loans from my father for more expensive endeavors. I have however operated as the banker for Mr. Marek's estate using my own funds, I assure you"

Ferdinand raises an eyebrow. "'Tith a good quethtion to athk before making a treaty with anybeatht. We don't know thith king, tho we have to be thuthpiciouth." He shrugs as if this was purely a normal part of trade negotiations. Blisa hurriedly nods, obviously taking lessons from her bodyguard. "Aye, yes! If your country practiced slavery, we wouldn't even consider speaking to your father." The ferret's face darkens, and he looks away, lips pursed. The Chieftain coughs slightly. "I don't doubt your word, Mergle," she adds with a smile.

Patch says, "What...sort trade?" Hey he can ask stuff too right "Ummm..."

Mergleton smiles and nods. "I believe he would wish to trade surplus foodstuffs and other supplies, but we will not know until my father arrives in Earlysummer. I will depart for now and see if I am able to receive more information". He bows again. "Ms. Cheiftain"

Blisa smiles and returns the bow. "Thank you for stopping by and letting me know. I'll look forward to meeting your father. Although perhaps in Redwall, not here." Ferdinand nods, offering a smile that doesn't quite reach his eyes. "Aye, thankth for thtopping by. We'll look forward to meeting your father, and anybeatht elthe he bringth along with him." The bodyguard politely sees the fox to the door.

Patch stays in his chair and looks at the door and then Blisa and the guard "So ya.....need me still?Should I leave ya alone to...have a good eve?"

Blisa nods, then opens her sketchbook again. "Thank you for staying, Patch. You asked a good question, by the way. Have a good evening." She returns to her horse drawing. Ferdinand smiles at the rat. "Thankth for thtopping by. Thorry about almotht thooting you. Try to not thtartle me next time, alright?" He goes to show the rat out, wishing him a good evening, then closes the door and returns to his weaving. Maybe the REST of the evening can be relaxing and calm.....

Patch nods and leaves quietly, he sighs and needs some ale so he goes to find some.

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