>>6142316You’re not exactly big into politics, and that hasn’t changed–still, you can’t help but feel a little curious as you continue to grill the one-eyed amazon. Internal or not, you begin, who’s gonna be replacing Fellick anyways?
“Hard ta’ say,” Ma sighs, her eye glancing skyward for an answer, “But I’d chalk it up to three candidates: <span class="mu-b">KUBRI, GHIRA, and ZIST.</span>”
Why’s that? And who are they?
“Politicians,” Replies the Skog with a roll of her eye, “And politicians… Fellick’s inner circle come ta’ pick at his bones.”
You’re not sure how to react, so you frown. They’re guild members, then?
“In every sense, yep.” Nods the bartender as she gets to work on another dirty mug. “Reckon they’re busy polishing their eulogies as we speak… but while Fellick’s busy getting cremated they’ll be sending word to their ‘patrons’.”
It’s strangely comforting to see that politics aren’t much different from your world… So what sets them all apart, anyways? Do they have, like, talking points?
“Yea, if by that ya’ mean fingers in pies! Kubri’s an easy one,” Begins Ma as the two of you ignore a loud crash from further into the bar, “He’s got all kinds of ties in the West, which isn’t a small feat when you’re a Gnok in Skoglands. You can probably guess what his big solution is.”
You’re still figuring things out, you say with a nervous smirk, but doesn’t, like, <span class="mu-i">everything</span> belong to that Khodra guy in the West? How does trade even work?
“Kinda like gambling: if Khodra lets some of his ‘wealth’ go, he might get more in return.” Explains the Skog with a bitter smile. “Kubri’s just one of the lucky few to not piss ‘em off. Not ta’ mention he wants ta’ negotiate Crossroads into some kinda’ protectorate deal…”
The other candidates probably don’t like that…
>CONTD. 