TIS I, A HUMBLE CAPITALIST.

[murderbaby]

WHO: Ilias, Darras, Mhavos, Silver
WHAT: Vacation in Nevarra.
WHEN: Honestly probably backdated, whoops.
WHERE: A warehouse in Nevarra.
NOTES: time is bad.

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[hornswoggle]

"Suppose we're inclined to control the flow of goods?"

A question that begs asking, as Mhavos has already graciously introduced the idea of taking a share. It would have been taxing to have to advocate for both.

[libratus]

Ilias looks a little like taking a cut is some sort of conversational tar he doesn't want to get on his shoe. If they must, though.

"To whose benefit?" Not rhetorical; considering. Riftwatch's, certainly, but-- "Both sides are preparing for war. Our ambitious importer has profited from soothing that conflict, not fanning its flames. But does it help us any, if Nevarra should erupt into chaos sooner rather than later?"

[murderbaby]

Mhavos nods. "I am generally a proponent of less chaos, where possible."

He doubts his word matters much, but he's said it. Often that feels like all he can do.

[hornswoggle]

"Consider that through her we have an opportunity to influence the outcome of that war."

It feels like a valuable opportunity to work towards a desirable outcome. He senses already that this will be difficult to convince the assembled party. Ilias is the sticking point.

There is only so far John cares to push at him after their last excursion in Nevarra. His eyes move to Darras, gaze sharpening as he awaits some sort of response.