Aclidia The deal

Continues directly from Aclidia it always starts in a tavern. As the title says, this starts in a tavern and involves ancient Roman Era Marketing...

Oles smiles warmly as he gestures for the squirel to sit down. "Come come. We have much to discuss." He drus his fingers together in such a way to convey that Abel probibly doesn't want to sit down with this shady assortment of beasts. "I am Oles Milas. And I believe you have met my friend Pello." The big monitor waves, "'ello." Before digging into his meal. "I suppose you can consider me a manager of sorts. A manager for Pello's Glatitorial carreer. And I believe we can help each other out." The pole cat grins slyly.

Abel frowns somewhat. "And in just what way is a slave like myself able to help you out, hmm? Is this some kind of scam?"

The monitor lizard growls dangerously. It seems he doesn't like to be called a cheat. Or prehaps he is just purring from the delicious meat that he is devouring with relish. Its...hard to tell. Oles laughs, "No, no, nononononono. This is a business deal...for marketing. Imagine, Pello here going into combat, slaughtering enemies by the dozens, drenched in the remains of the fallen and-" Pello looks up and sticks out his tongue, "Oles, /PLEASE/ I'm eating here." The pole cat chuckles, "Right, so imagine Pello earning victory after victory...while wearing the crest of your master, or ...or the location of his business..."

Abel crosses his arms. "Wearing what? I do not believe Master has much taste for the games, actually."

The polecat says to Pello, "Help me out here." Pello swallows the meat in his jaws. Picking his teeth with a claw he replies, "What Oles is trying to say is that, if you give us money, we will advertise your masters business in the games." Oles nods his head vigorously, "Aye! Pello can wear a cape with something written on it, like, "Shop for slaves at Flavius Baro's!"

Abel frowns again. "I think you have misunderstood Master's business. He is not in the slave trade, he just owns slaves. There is a difference, sir. Anyway... I have no money."

The polecat pauses, paws still in an extravigant pose. He finally sighs and rubs the back of his neck. "Oh...well...that does put a kink in the negotiations. What /does/ your master sell? And...maybe you have a place for two weary travelers to stay then?"

Abel shakes his head. "Oh no. No visitors. AT ALL. Master is quite insistent on that. No new surprise visitors...EVER."

The pole cat raises an eyebrow at this. "Tell me Pello...how much food do we have left after this meal?" Pello thinks on this, "Um...none, we used up all our money." Oles says with a wicked smile, "Care to take squirrel for the road then?" Pello blinks in confusion, "Not really...he's kind of scrawny...and besides, arn't you the one that told me eating beasts is a bad form of business?"

Abel pales a bit, but does not waver. "Threats will not work. Master is a reclusive beast. He HATES guests."

Pello begins to pout, "Awww...then what are we supposed to do? We don't have enough money or supplies to make for very long in Aclidia..." Oles crosses his arms and nods. "And you become so irritble when you get hungry. Ah well, nothing to it. Prehaps we should just take our leave out into the cold rainy weather and leave our good friend in the good company of these fine, upstanding vermin..." It's hard to tell if Oles is trying to threaten Abel again, or...no, he's obviously trying to threaten him.

Abel sighs. "Sir, Master will kill me if I bring any guests, after what happened last time. He will KILL ME. DEAD. I would prefer to stay alive, sir, sorry."

Oles rubs at his chin, "Last time?" Pello asks before the polecat has a chance to. "Alright, you make a fair argument. I certainly wouldn't want to cross my master...if I had one." Oles chuckles as he continues, "So where are you heading off to? If you don't mind two complete strangers asking about your business..."

Abel's eyes narrow. "To my owner's vineyards to the south, to oversee productivity."

Oles thinks about this, "Vinyards...ah, so I see." The pole cat leans backwards in his chair and stretches. With a yawn he replies, "Well, I don't think you will be getting there anytime soon, not with this weather. My advice. Find a corner to rest in and sleep with one eye open." Pello finishes his meal and belches loudly. "Or don't sleep with one eye open. I could use a midnight snack." He laughs loudly before stopping abruptly, "Seriously though, watch yourself around taverns like this."

Abel frowns. "Thanks for the advice, sir. I'll be careful." The squirrel stands

More to come! ...again!