The Magisters Palace

[dienekes]

Gamlin enters hoping to have a meeting with the Magisters.

[The Smith]

Eventually a senior aid to the Magisters mets with Gamlin in a small private room. "How can I help you Sir?"

[dienekes]

"Iahm here to discuss trade wit the Magisters. Tell dem I represent someone wit the same opinions on Westeros as dem."

[The Smith]

"I have been entrusted with speaking for the Magisters, so if you would so kind we may discuss the situation that affects the Myrish interests in the far land of Westeros." He replied.

[dienekes]

OOC: You're trying to make my paranoia act up aren't you.

"O' Course." Gamlin looks over the man. "I ha' connection that will get Myr two diffrnt dreams. The destruction of Westerosi culture and even more delightful a chance to become richer than Braavos."

[The Smith]

ooc-I have no idea what you mean?

"Those are two achievements the current crop of Magisters have long aimed for. Unfortunately they also seem like particularly difficult tasks, hence they lack of any real progress along those lines." The dark haired man replies.

[dienekes]

Gamlin smiles. "My master offers dem both. There will come a time when all of Westeros will be fighten. When that happens he wants ter know if the Magisters would help him. Now do you think this information is enough to get me in ter speak wit them."

[The Smith]

"The magisters will not agree to met a man of your station. But is is indeed greatly fortunate for you that they allow men like me to speak fo them, much like your Lord allows you to speak for him." The other man sits, "I am Curzen, please sit and we shall converse of many things."

[dienekes]

Gamlin had a beautiful vision in which he was strangling the man in front of him and cutting his way to see the magisters. Gamlin inherently realized that this could never happen due to several facts one being that this would get the mission in trouble, the other was that he didn't know where the magisters were, and the other was that he would probably die trying to do this.
Gamlin gave his most sleezy smile to Curzen and followed him to have a seat. "Well here goes. My master is willing to give yours unrestricted, untaxed trade with Westeros ifn only dey be willing to get their hands a little dirty in destroyen the Seven Kingdoms. Which I believe they already want ter do."

[The Smith]

"I doubt they would think the man you represent is capable of being able to deliver on such a lofty promise. On the other hand they desire pain to that realm enough that they would be willing to aid you and yours for a fee much smaller then the one you suggested. But you should not start negotiations with such an unreachable opening offer it could be seen as bad faith. Perhaps." The Myrmen settle back, "Tea?"

[dienekes]

"No thank yer." Gamlin says shaking his head and moving his arm into his coat to pull at a small wineskin. "I don't drink that stuff." He takes a large swig of the ale. "I really represent two men. One o dem guarantees chaos in which yer can strike. Da other wishes to create da trade agreement I just mentioned."

[The Smith]

"I know one of your masters... I believe..." He pauses and plays with his lip for a moment, "Maybe it would best if your to speak their individual names right now so we have all the baggage out and no surprises. After all you know my masters as well as I."

[dienekes]

Fuck fuck fuck. "Lord Sylas Bolton and Lord Walder Frey Master of Coin. I would guess yous understand which one brings chaos and which one brings trade."

[The Smith]

"Interesting partners... There is a strange wind blowing from the west. So what do those esteemed men need from the likes of Myr?" asks Curzen.

[dienekes]

"One needs yer army, the other yer trade. They're gonna set the board in front o ya. Westeros will be fighten already if Lord Bolton does his part right. All we needs of ya is to assault King's Landin at the kerect time. And move on burnin and pillagin 'till we tells ya to stop."