Clan RP: Merchants: Creation of Agents

Reidia | Chyre

Reidia
The creation of the Agents
Javelin rubbed his temples with his long, thin fingers. This was definitely a disturbing turn of events. The disturbing news came from his contacts in Tol Honeth. For some reason the Ranites were causing trouble again. A great deal of Nyissian drugs were travelling within the members of the family and many a Ranite noble was found to be vacant eyed and lethargic.
Every effort to penetrate into the family was spurned, the only outside contact was with the Merchants who delivered the daily goods and supplies directly to the doors of the Ranites. If they could only get someone into a Ranite mansion, then there could be answers found. Only the Merchants were allowed to pass.....
Javelin opened his eyes wide. The Merchants! He quickly went to a corner of the room and quietly moved a flagstone from the floor. There was a large box of organized files. He pulled one file from the box and replaced the flagstone. The file was very thick, filled with small rendered sketches of people and sheets of information. Laying the file on the desk he opened the seal, marring the stamped word Merchants in the wax.
He pulled out two pictures, one of a familiar face and one of someone he didn’t know. "Reidia, you were definitely a talented spy. And over the years I hear you've done well for yourself. When you left you said you lived to serve your queen. And, that time has come." He smiled at the one picture, a look of fondness in his eyes. He looked at the other picture examining closely at the sketch of a Sendar woman. "Chyre you are the unknown factor in this. However, if I play my cards right, I’ll get to Rei first. I know Reidia’s mind better, I can approach her for advice on how to sway Chyre."
Having set his plan to memory he looked through the file in more detail. He needed to get agents into the Merchants. They were a perfect cover for gathering information. Javelin sat back and folded his hands in thought.
The Merchants were the best avenue to get somone into the Ranites. However, so versitile an organization as the Merchants were, maybe this arrangement could be more... permanent. He would have to see. He sent for a page. The boy quickly approached, eagerly awaiting his duty. "Boy commit this to memory. I need you to find Margrave Verras, tell him I need to know where Reidia Rhellan is at and where she is going."

Meeting with a Merchant and an Agent
Javelin looked at the letter in his hand. It had proven to be a difficult task to find Reidia. She was posing as a Nadrak dancer by the name of Kadirae. He was fortunate enough to have found her before she and her company set sail to Mallorea. He unsealed the letter and opened it. With a smile he recognized Rei's sloppy handwriting.
Javelin looked at the information contained within the letter... Boktor, and a meeting with Chyre. He motioned for a page and handed the boy a letter. "Please take this to the Merchants offices. It is in the northern part of the main market square." As the boy scurried out, Javelin began to formulate the order of his pitch in his mind. He was ready to meet with Chyre.
Two nights later Javelin was escorted into a large meeting room in the Merchants hall. Chyre sat at a large mahogany table, looking over some paperwork. A thoughtful look was upon her face and her brows were furrowed. Javelin thought this spare, almost delicate looking woman definitely didn’t fit her reputation. But then he knew appearances could be deceiving.
She looked up suddenly as he entered, and stood up gracefully. He bowed with a flourish and offered his hand in greeting. He was a little amazed at the amount of power eminating from her. He had been unaware of the fact she attack. "Welcome to my humble meeting room Margrave Khendon. Care for a drink?" She offered him a flagon of fine Tolnedran wine.
With an appreciative nod he poured himself a glass of wine. Admiring the color, he began to broach the subject of his reasons for seeking out the aid of the Merchants. "I assume youve been in correspondance with Reidia?" Chyre nodded as she absently touched a crafty little pin attached to her lapel. "Yes I have, her and I keep in constant contact." she said vaguely.
Javelin smiled. "She was smart and cautious, this was going to be interesting he thought." He was proven right. It didn’t take long for Chyre to scoff at his first offer. Reasonable as it was, she did not agree that the information the Agents would house would go solely to him.
The negotiations went on for some time. Javelin danced an intricate dance with Chyre. Every proposal he offered, she made a counter proposal. He smoothly poked holes in her counter proposals, and then she gently reminded him of his need for the Merchants was not necessarily mutual.
With a satisfied handshake, the meeting was at an end. Javelin would be able to house Agents in the Merchants ranks. Chyre would also be able to house her own Agents and use Javelins rescources. Whatever information that was gathered would be filtered to one person: The head of the Agents. Chyre and Javelin had agreed immediately as to who that leader would be. The Master Agent would report directly to Chyre and then send a copy of whatever information that was found to Javelin. Missions would be overseen by the Master Agent.
Chyre smiled at Javelin, and with a smile she offered her arm. "There is a tavern nearby that makes a delicious roast. The ale there is superior, but then I am their only supplier. And there we can toast our new partnership." He smiled and took her arm with a boyish flourish. "After you milady. We shall toast to a new beginning."

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Chyre
Meeting with a Merchant and an Agent
Javelin arrived today,
I agreed a meet on Reidia’s say,
an agent of the queen no less
but he wanted a favor, lets not forget.

To plant a group within my clan
of special agents with a hidden plan
a cover, a front, that’s what we'd be
with no info coming back to me.

So I laughed out loud, right in his face
and the talks began, with many a chase
round we went, and round again
and then we hit upon an end.

Agents we'd have, some his, some mine,
and the intel we'd share, no fee or fine.
I shook his hand, we had a deal.
and we trooped to the pub for a slap up meal.

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