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Archalen listened to the disappointing news of the Sherian province not having a respectable bottle of import, but all the same the Thane of Imperia was glad for the seeming generosity of his brother and the bottle of vintage. Perhaps when he returned to Imperia he could formulate a plan to import the Arakmatian spirits here, if it was true the local favor was crude. If nothing else, a minor opportunity for business.
And here too, was an opportunity for business. Of no minor importance such as the imports of wine, this was potentially a deal that could be good for all involved. Archalen smoothed his left shirt sleeve absently as he listened to Malkaers so far absent luck at procuring the loan for the manufactory. Now, was a time to have crowns be made. For the shadow elf Archalen, the idea was simple. Grining (which was as near a smile as Archalen ever gave) he looked into his brothers eyes and spoke carefully, and without an air of importance. "Well....Imperia? No, unfortunately they cannot provide the funding you seek. The people that have residence there, the people....I am charged with....are of a cool nature. They will not shed a crown, even in loan...to help others achieve their success." An all too personal observation, if truth was told. "Besides..." the white adorned Esh'lahier gestured lazily "the Imperian people still harbor old grudges against the rest of the Empire....and the institutions of finance there..well..." he trailed off there, shaking his head negatively.
Archalen looked toward his brother, his face a mask of emotion that had been honed since he worked to achieve his Thaneship. "It has never been my....want to be haughty or too flashy in public such as the sparring match I enjoyed earlier. But the truth is......Imperia can not provided you the loan perhaps.....but I, Archalen Andares, can."
Of course, if the Esh'lahier seated across from Archalen knew, Imperia would all too well be helping with this "loan".
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