[Milo L'Evienne]

”Quiet enough then,” Milo remarked while Eren continued to explain things, and his own gaze kept to roaming over the deck and all its wonders. The workings of magic were always a mystery to him and what little personal attunement he might have had once to aid him was now gone from his mind without a trace as if it had never been at all. Not that he missed it, not at all. In his case it had become an unwanted stain nearly from its very conception and one he couldn’t quite figure out how to get rid of, but nonetheless for all intents and purposes he was a blank slate again.

But what could be better, he indicated with a smile and a nod while running his palm gently along the rail, a marvel such as this for a low expenditure of funds. ”I knew of the warehouse,” he said of Lauryl when looking up just in time to see Gwygwin draped precariously over the rail, him having gained a bit more bravado than was good for him, and Manyc hanging tight with a morose scowl to the back of the old wizard’s britches to stop him toppling over. ”I wasn’t aware though how lucrative it was. I imagined many of the business owned there belonged to one de Lylles or another. That's quite a feat." Funny thing those de Lylles, he’d met a few by now. One or two he’d quite liked, one or two he thought more deserving of a good kick in the pants. He wondered which kind his friend had found was the sort that inhabited Lauryl, being those he’d met personally naturally hailed from elsewhere.

”So the costs are mostly comprised primarily of transport and wages, added a need for magic practitioners?” he asked by way of clarification. ”Now wouldn’t Alexis get a kick out of all this?” he added then with a tilted grin when imagining his sea going Minister of War’s reaction should he get a look at the thing.

”Absolutely, I thought you’d never ask,” he said suddenly of taking it up, while Sir James and Gwygwin could nearly be heard to have groaned aloud. ”Excellency,” Sir James tried gamely from his spot on the deck. ”Are you sure that’s a wise…”

He got no further in fact before the Imperial Sage made his dramatic appearance and in fact, five unsuspecting Rosemen drew swords on instinct before a lift of Milo’s hand had them putting them back in place. ”Lord Z’kron,” Milo quipped with a wide smile. ”I’m glad you could join us. You and Erenthril have managed quite a marvel here. I can't begin to grasp it all in one sitting, but all of it, incredible.” He had a point yes, metal was costly and though he naturally had access to what funding he might want or ask for, the lower the costs the better. Dedicated security too, once the public got wind of it. ”Turns on a silver then?” he asked curiously looking from Z’kron to Eren. Even better. And no crashing, that would certainly put Sir James and Gwygwin at more ease, despite the fact that Gwygwin had a fine means of escape at his disposal.

And all the points ticked off afterwards, wonders all of them and Milo didn’t necessarily need to grasp the technicalities, which he surely didn’t to the extent that he might like to, to appreciate them all. And if it meant quick development, he could certainly provide for a handful of druids, he thought of the proposal. ”Ingenious,” he said with a shake of his head for all that he saw and heard. This, most certainly would have its impact and for his part, he could most certainly provide a good deal on his end, whether it be operating costs, compensation or indeed all things rewarding. In fact, whatever was needed from the Imperial end, he imagined indeed he could deliver. ”Yes, lord Z’kron, we are,” he said of taking a ride while he smiled wide, and Sir James and Gwygwin looked crestfallen.