16th Limestone, 353
"It seems there are more and more of you every time I visit, Urist," mused Datan as he stepped off the lip of the wagon, glancing up and around at the bright Nishan chapel. "Enough, it seems, to prompt real architecture. I am almost impressed." Emerin noticed that he had brought a full three wagons and four additional packbeasts this time. She commented as such.
"What can I say?" he shrugged. "In the wake of the war the country is rebuilding, and the goblins have started taking advantage of the destruction. Throws the old trade routes into chaos. As expensive as it is keeping this little town of yours secret, it is also my most profitable venture."
"Expensive?" asked Emerin, surprised.
"Oh, yes. Much of the proceeds from that little bribe of yours last year went into a lot of other pockets, I'm afraid. Sorry, did you think it would be easy to hide a village of nearly fifty dwarves? Especially one that builds upward and makes its presence so obvious? Fortunately, we are plenty enough willing to overlook this for the suitable fee." Datan held out a hand.
Emerin presented him with a box containing a wrought iron flute, encrusted with rubicelles and amethysts, bringing a smile to the elf's features. He snapped the box shut and slid it into his coat.
"Since you seem to have such skill here working gems," he explained, leading Emerin to one of the pack beasts, "we brought you some materials to work with." Datan removed a small iron box from the beast, unlocking it and showing it to Emerin. The old gem thief felt her heart melt.
"Are those yellow diamonds?" she almost mouthed in awe.
"Indeed," grinned the elf. "I see you've picked out the star rubies as well, not to mention the emerald. There is a very wide selection of gemstones here, more than suitable for your needs I hope. You will of course give us a very generous price, I am sure."
"Of course," smiled Emerin broadly. She didn't even need Danielle to calculate how many firecaps this little treasure trove would bring.
"We also have plenty of alcohol, including a few barrels of local desert brew for sale if you wish."
"Local brew?" asked Emerin. "There are people living in the desert?"
"You did not know? Dwarves, my dear Urist. It seems there are others who have heard about your little settlement and more importantly about the trade route developing along it. We passed two desert grottos on the way here, burrowed into the sand. Perhaps you would care for us to pass on a message to any more we might find, on our way to Abbeyverse?"
"You think there will be more?" Emerin looked horrified.
"If not now, soon," chuckled Datan. "Perhaps, dear Urist, you should begin planning to cater for more than just your immediate town."
18th Limestone, 353
"Psst," hissed a voice from behind the chapel entrance. The dwarven guard, Likot, paid it no need.
"Psst!" came the voice again. Likot scratched her beard boredly.
"Oi! You!" muttered the voice. Likot raised a bushy brow and turned to the source of the noise. A rather grimy dwarf with a little copper barrel strapped to his back was loitering around the archway.
"What's the matter?" enquired the guard, raising her crossbow casually.
"How much is that barrel of snakeman venom?" whispered the furtive dwarf.
"About seventy gold coins," said the guard, "but I'll need a signed chitty from your guardsmen, since it's dangerous."
"How much without the chitty?"
"How much do you have?"
The dwarf glanced around nervously, then opened up a little bag. Faceted gems gleamed within. Likot opened up the bag and studied it for a moment, then nodded and waved one of the other guards to pass a small wooden keg to him. The dwarf took it gratefully and hobbled off, muttering something about ingredients. Likot quickly pocketed the gems. There would be time enough in Abbeyverse to spend it all on ale and whores.