Board Thread:Custom Lore Development/@comment-25597877-20160612024932

II: Coins

It had been months since Galim acquired the silver mines, it took a bit more bribery and hush money to get the blue mountain silver mine but nothing out of budget. He scrolled through the letters brought to him by the weekly messenger, some trade propositions, new resource locations, and a few confirmations of payment. All seemed to be normal until he reached the last letter in the stack, sealed with the insignia of Keled-Arnin, his hand trembled slightly before he cast it into a nearby brazier, the Silver Shield warped and dripped into a bubbling puddle of wax as the parchment shriveled and blackened.

Galim could feel the heat of the forge as he saw silver being tossed in by the ore and coming out gleaming and refined to be sent to the master smiths, it would be another few months before it would be complete.

In the meantime Galim made himself busy with other pursuits, much had to be done before the grand reveal. Tomes and scrolls of ancient and forgotten lore came to him on the daily; sages, translators and historians could be found in his quarters 24/7. He had not eaten nor slept in nearly a week, his hatred for that infernal mirror grew as his eyes became sunken purple pits, and his beard became an untamed jungle of grey.

One of his servants knocked on the door to his study, “Sir, you have a visitor”

“Leave me, and tell them to do the same”

“He claims to be an old friend, by the name of Farnin”

Galim’s face lightened up for perhaps the first time in years, “Ah yes, tell him I’ll be down with him soon” he made his way down the steps to the front entrance “Farnin! It’s been a long time my friend, how do you fare?”

Farnin embraces Galim, “I’ve been well, but I don’t know if you can say the same” his voice has legitimate concern as he sees Galim’s condition

“I wasn’t expecting company, but I assure you I’m fine”

Farnin smiles, but his concern doesn’t leave his eyes “Glosur has been worried about you, he says you haven’t responded to his summons, and something about cutting of silver to the Union, what’s that all about?”

Galim’s smile fades, “so this is what you’re here for? Just a messenger for Glosur? Come to fetch me like a dog and a stick?”

“Galim, you know I’m a good friend. Glosur was worried so I volunteered to come”

“You’re right, you are a good friend, I’m sorry there’s just been a lot on my mind lately. Come let’s have a drink, I have a grand selection of ales”  