Business

Thallis trotted her pony down the lane, somewhat unnerved but feeling hopeful. Making new business contracts was always risky, especially if the merchants weren’t advised from a trusted source, but there’s always something to be said about forging new ties—namely, to keep an eye and ear alert for any misgivings of merchant confidentiality. Ordering a half-crate of dynamite might not seem too odd for, say, a dwarven miner, but for a dockgirl who seemed to have barely enough coin to drink and sleep in a local inn each night? She could only hope that her dealings and mentions of outside work wouldn’t soon be called into question. She had many employers to be sure—albeit deathly loyal to just one—but it was also part of a successful job that neither employer nor supplier were to be linked to any of her deeds.

At least for the moment, she put trust in Adel and Tiforis, for they seemed to be concerned solely on what she had commissioned them to make, and not what the end-product was going to be used for. She silently cursed herself for dropping the slightest information of her dealings, misleading information or not.

“You’re a righ’ idiot,” she told herself in a harsh tone, “and if this goes south, you’ve only yourself t’blame.”