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Archalen watched in quiet amusement as again, the Orc proffered to pretty much eat and chew the cigar then smoke it. It was here perhaps, the young Esh'lahier thought of how little he knew of Orcish culture or preferences, if Drzgs chewing of the cigar was a common thing of course. Taking a drink of Arakmat wine, the Thane savored the texture of it while he thought of the Orcs offer. This could be a good time to break into the sea industry but the Thane knew his obligations to the city itself did not warrant nor allow such time to be spent in such a way. Not only that, but the Thane had very little of the things called friends he could offer to the Imperia rescue and salvage operation.
Of course, he did have a way he could legitimately tap into the profits there and that was his old mentor Mylair. The man had been a sailor for a small time off the coast of Port Alyxandrya (or smuggler, more specifically) so he probably knew the ins and outs of running operations on the sea. However Archalen did not know if Mylair wanted the offer or if the old Esh'lahier could be relied upon to do as he was told once he got there. The Thane thought of this for a second before speaking. "I've got one man in mind that might be able to help run things.....names Mylair form Port Alyxandrya. Old mentor of mine. Use to own a ship some centuries ago." Archalen took a drink and nodded his head in affirmation of his idea. "I'm not sure he would be interested, but I will speak to him about it and if he is.....I'll be sure to direct him to you promptly."
Archalen finished off his glass of wine. "Well, I thank you for the fertilizer. I'm sure the ....farmers will use it well. Was there anything else I could do for you Justicar?"
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