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[heirring]

WHO: Flint, Wysteria, Miriam, Cassius & You
WHAT: Catch-All
WHEN: Post-dreams, nebulously Guardian-ish
WHERE: Various
NOTES: Warnings (if any) in subject lines.

((OOC NOTE: Anything in bold is closed to one thread, though group threads a-okay.
Feel free to turn this into action brackets if The Spirit Moves You.
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puts thumb over timestamp......... but no pressure either

[katabasis]

"Riftwatch's position is the one shared by every civilized nation on the continent. Which is to say, I believe it requires the Viscount's signature on a piece of paper saying what you can and can't haul back to Riftwatch's coffers in an effort to see that the man in question receives his due without embarrassment."

Given the spontaneity of the subject, it is a remarkably ready answer. Flint doesn't even have to shorten his stride to give it much less fix Darras with something so maladroit as a sidelong glance. But afterward, before they have fully traversed the length of the corridor and passed beyond it into the stairwell--

Well, afterward he does turn his head to look.

"How much and where from?"

i know no kings or timestamps

[staysail]

Darras had kept pace, nodding at the practicality of the response. Yes, a signature on a piece of paper. A limitation on what might be claimed. A game of politics. All very sensible. They're both of them sensible men.

When Flint's attention comes to him, Darras permits himself just a little grin. They're both of them pragmatic men.

"The Amaranthine. There's a cluster of islands. 'How much' varies in every telling of the tale, but I have it in good authority that it would be enough to give a cut to the Viscount for that signature, and still have enough leftover for Riftwatch to throw a very merry Satinalia in Cloudreach. Or however we saw fit to use it. If we were getting in the business of privateering."

[katabasis]

If they were getting into the business of privateering, having the funds with which to bribe the Viscount, reassure ruffled Antivan feathers and anything between the two would certainly go some distance to smooth the entry into such a business.

"I trust the persons who banked on these islands in the first place are no longer in the position to miss the reserve should it disappear."

Or that whatever Darras has planned conveniently ducks being easily pegged as responsible for the loss. The man is hardly unpracticed at this.

[staysail]

"Hard to miss anything other than your life when your head's off."

And there's no arguing with that. Or coming back from that, either. Their footsteps on the stairwell echo, the unforgiving stone of the Gallows bouncing the sound back and forth between the walls. It would make for a good cover if anyone were discussing piracy, but for a conversation on honest privateering, it's just noise.

Darras, an honest man, does capitulate one important bit of information: "We may have a bit of a race to get to it first." Not problematic enough to be called a snag, per se. Just information. "We'd need to head to Llomerryn first, and then from there a straight sail provided the weather holds. But we could manage it--so long as Riftwatch is officially in support."