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<span class="mu-s">You are Vaaro Orlios</span>
It has been a full moon’s turn since the departure of Lady Gwynfryd Duntreow, and it has been a week since you’ve had opportunity to remove Donio Hatyl from his role as envoy to the Bank of Tyrosh. For the purposes of the bank and polite society at large, the poor man simply disappeared. Any correspondence of a Lysene nature found in his home might point an avid searcher in a direction. Granted, it is the direction you came up with, but it has surely given someone somewhere purpose and explanation. Doubtless he has since washed up upon the shores beyond southern harbor, but then a great many men do. Yet another body picked over by crabs and gulls might well be left in state. Too much trouble for the watchmen to bother with. A spirit or god or some other privy observer might lament the dereliction of duty displayed when the former banker managed to allow his throat to be opened after a night of drinking before taking a ride upon a cockle cart until he was dumped off the quays. You thought it a rather clever move given the Hatyl family’s ties to your father’s own consortium. It would only do for the Bank to replace such a man with another of similar ties lest the balanced scales tip in favor of uncultured swine such as those of the Spicer’s Guild.
The bank seems to be of a mind with you... or rather of a mind with your father and his contacts. Not two days past, a messenger in the bank’s livery came with invitation for you to treat with a keyholder of the bank, an invitation which you graciously accepted. You will meet with him at the bank on the morrow. By your reckoning, it is a formality meant to bring you into their fold, but a more impressive showing may grant you more leeway in your brokering of deals. This evening, you aim to bolster your knowledge of potential clients in the more refreshing air outside of your current home.
You have a bed in your family home, but it is a temporary solution. Mother is happy to have you, and you have an understanding with father that is coming to fruition. Impressionable as always, your cousin Sarello has shipped off to the mainland in search of plunder and glory. For the best, really. Staying here might’ve turned him into a blustering drunkard like his father… or like your elder brother who he so shadowed. One less family member in your childhood home has made room for your stay, but you are aware your welcome has its limits. It is the scions of the household that have made their discomfort with your continued presence apparent. You suspect your brother Varelio has begun to regard you as something of a rival. He has been distant of you, not his usual jovial self. It is to his credit that he even took notice of your dealings with Father, so you can hardly fault his suspicions. And Nesirah has been cold since the day of your return. She has yet to warm towards your paramour as well.
