[Eraisuithon Gil'dae]

Optia 12

To the untrained eye Imperia might have been regarded as a poor place for business, but Eraisuithon had realized the potential of the Arakmatian port-city. He thought of it in the terms of a forgotten treasure that had tarnished over the patterns and seen no care. Some hard work at polishing would reveal the precious opportunity that languished dormant covered in filth and grime.

The Aedile knew of one such opportunity. The existence of an old shipyard in Imperia had come to his attention not more than a few cycles ago. The knowledge had been uncovered when the Aedile had been pouring over stacks of tattered records that had been salvaged in the chaos that the meteors had evoked yet had not seen the light for sometime. Erai had never known such a building to exist but then again he had not resided in the city for more than a few months, and a decaying old shipyard might be easily overlooked. That it was vacant and had not been pursued sparked a few idle ideas and curiosity in the elf's mind that only would grow.

As time wore on, less than a cycle, he couldn't restrain himself. Summoning his guard he went to see the site for himself.

It was indeed decaying. It had evidently not seen much activity for atleast a decade. Paint was peeling, a few walls were starting to crumble, and a meteor had apparently wiped out a large portion of one of the boat slips. It was workable though. It could be repaired.

The raven haired aedile and his blond haired companion Alwyn Bristow walked the crumbling shipyard, examining the structure and walls, the main boat slips and office area. They went about the exterior examining the front of the building, the sound of the waves meeting the barren shoreline in the back of their minds as the young Aedile's meticulous eye scanned the site.

It was workable indeed.