Labalyn's memorial

[Nephrite]

Although, while he's waiting...

Lord Illmater, you may or may not already know, but I was able to recover what I came to Arcadia to find. Unfortunately, Torm also happened to show up. I'm currently hosting Lady Waukeen, but could you make time for mater to discuss this? I'd like to see if I can better understand what may have happened.

[Anastasia]

At your side is Sylvie, who emerges without a comment. Out of the corner of her mouth, barely audible even to you, "Flashy."

'I understand.

I will be there soon.'

[Nephrite]

Moore turns to Sylvie with a look that says everything he wants to say - and a small smile, before he turns back to the approaching ... spectacle.

Yes, spectacle is a good word.

[Anastasia]

It approaches within about 100ft before it stops. Twin ladies, radiantly beautiful blondes, emerge wearing cloth of gold dresses. The part the curtain and thus Waukeen emerges. She walks sloooowly down as if the air were steps, and as she does, "Oh Moore, there you are!" She ignores those to the sides, who watch this so called spectacle, focused entirely on you. "You look wonderful."

[Nephrite]

"Thank you, Golden Lady." Moore says and he bows deeply. "Will your accompaniment be staying outside, or would you like me to prepare something for them?"

[Anastasia]

"Oh, they'll see to themselves," Waukeen says lightly, "We have far more important things to talk about."

[Nephrite]

Moore nods his agreement and turns with a gesture to for Waukeen to follow him, though he really only goes right past the front archway.

"I haven't come up with a proper name for this particular thoroughfare yet, though something like 'Merchant's Beach' seems fitting." Moore says as he gestures up and down the small street that intersects them, various buildings and shops littered all about.

"I'd been putting an effort into the trading business here, long before this place was what it is now. I've had a great deal of buy-in from the Padisha of the Marid, Lathander and most recently I have contracted with the Silverbrow Consortium to see to it that this place becomes more thriving." Moore explains. "My goal is to offer people completely free opportunities to invest in their businesses - if they choose to donate any of their earnings to Celestia or to otherwise, they are welcomed and thanked to do so, but it is by no means a requirement. The goal is allowing hope to thrive through the passion of business. I am aware of Celestia's general..." Here he searches for a moment before he nods, "Lack of use for currency, I don't expect that I'll be changing that. Still, there are uses everywhere for currency, and it doesn't just belong in the form of a gold coin, as you well know."

[Anastasia]

"Yes yes, there are many ways to profit," Waukeen agrees, "As I said, I will be taking a keen interest in this now. You do know you sit on pure, untapped potential here?"

Sylvie follows and gets a measured glance from Waukeen. "Aren't you from Aurora?" She asks, before, "Hm?" A blink, a stop. "Well. Well, well, well. More than just a hero now."

"Only under protest," Sylvie retorts, "So I believe it's transparent that you want profit and money here?"

[Nephrite]

"Aurora helped right both of our wayward paths." Moore says with a smile. "At any rate, yes, please feel free to speak plainly, Lady Waukeen. I think subtexts and wordplay is great for contracts, but I like to be direct when possible."

A gesture as their conversation becomes privy only to the three of them. "I am aware of the potential here which is why I've done my best to foster it as much as I can. Whatever you think, I am happy to listen to."

[Anastasia]

"Of course," A generous smile from Waukeen, "I do declare that I'm rather peckish. Let's enjoy this conversation over refreshments? There's money to be made and trades to be done."

[Nephrite]

"Please, this way." Moore says as he walks with them past the stalls and to what used to be the only real building in Hope's Landing - what is now his seat of power.

They go inside and come to a comfortable sitting room with several couches and seats around a table.

A message is sent to Grias to bring some refreshments when he's able!

[Anastasia]

The light shines brightly through the windows, ever so brightly.

Clink.

Waukeen places her teacup down, eyes closed. "Zaphkiel, at least your hand is shown. This business with Celestia's increased brightness now makes sense. But if it's all the same, I have no need for a nightlight." The barest flex of divine will, curtains on the windows to provide respect from the glow above.

"Ah." Waukeen opens her eyes once more. "Much more tolerable. I find that the glint of light distracts as much as it illuminates. Deals often best taken into the little hours of the night and agreed to after a great deal of haggling."

Sylvie has her own cup, though her is filled with golden brown apple juice. "I never took you for a night person," she confesses. "Gold shines like the sun. Deals happen in the heat of the streets, in stalls, in shops as the day runs long."

"Oh, I am- Sylvie, is that apple juice?" Wakeen asks, raising a single eyebrow, her voice heavy with meaning.

"It's..." A pause, "It's a hazard of motherhood. My son grown a taste for it. I'm trying to make myself grow fonder of it."

The slightest smile and chuckle, "Have Tymora blessed your efforts?"

"Fond enough, but not fond enough for years of it. Years and years and years..." Sylvie sits back, eyes closed. "So Celestia offers vows of chastity? I get a sudden urge to partake."

[Nephrite]

Moore can't help but smile at the two of them.

"I do understand what you mean. Some people are blinded by light as often as they're led by it." Moore says. "I think myself able to walk a line between understanding that there is a great gulf between your ethos and Mammon." He says the last part with a great deal of disdain.

"Wealth, like many things in Creation, can be a bad thing if used improperly." Moore says. "But I don't mean to sound like I should lecture you on this subject, Lady Waukeen. Please, feel free to speak your mind, I will not chastise you as my solar compatriot likes to every time we visit your city."

[Anastasia]

"We can get to brass coins now," Waukeen concurs, "Hope's Landing is an opportunity, one I will develop and benefit from to the utmost. A new divine realm is an entire realm of trade and goods that merely waits to be tapped into, and be it small and barely begun, it is rife with the greatest potential."

[Nephrite]

Moore nods. "Of course. Could you elaborate on how you see this playing out, then?"