From the personal journal of Alast Jorgenson:
I'm almost sure that Balor is up to something.
Call it a hunch, call it intuition, I don't care. But I am. What little I heard of him at the old mountainhome tells me that he is up to no good, and I don't care who tells me otherwise. He's a sly bastard, damnably difficult to trace, but I managed to learn a little about him from a couple of informants before I left. He was playing a dangerous game in the mountainhome, channeling funds into some rebel groups while appeasing the king by busting others. So the fact that he's so quiet here, without any peep of machinations, is disturbing beyond measure.
I suspect he was the one who ordered the eavesdropping on our meeting, although I can't prove it. We never actually caught the dwarf who did it. The meeting wasn't exactly a secret, but we'd rather keep our political choices amongst ourselves without the input of others.
Nonetheless, it's time for our plan to be enacted. We likely do not have the power to influence fortress events from a front-row position, so we must ally ourselves with others until we can make a move.
Alast strode into the dining hall, her eyes homing in on the dwarf she wanted to find. Across the room, Illevaihcam sat with a mug of beer. She walked over to the table where she sat and pulled up a chair across from her.
"Ah, Nobeard, good to see you. The farmwork starting to bore you or are you just here for a drink."
"Neither, actually. I have a business proposal for you."
Illevaihcam frowned, "A business proposal? Unless you want some furniture for your room I'm not sure what I can do for you personally. If you want weapons or armor, and you'd have good reason to want it, you should take it up with our smiths."
Alast smiled, "Not that business, Illevaihcam. It has come to my attention that you are a member of a group known as the Corporatists?"
Illevaihcam raised an eyebrow, "What of it?"
Alast smiled further, "As you know, Balor's term as overseer is ending soon, and someone will need to replace her. On behalf of the Fellowship, I would like to extend our support in placing your group in power."
Illevaihcam nodded slightly and clasped her hands together on the table, "and what would you desire in return for such a political favor. I'm assuming you are not simply giving us your support without something in exchange."
"You are quite pragmatic, I see. You're absolutely right. In exchange, if you take power, we'd like you to oversee the construction of a meeting room for our guild. A spacious one, as we intend to grow over time."
"This is all you desire from us?"
"All that we desire for now. Obviously our continued support would need to be reevaluated regularly, but currently there are no needs that we need to fulfill."
Alast placed her hands on the table and leaned slightly forward, "So, do we have a deal?"