Chapter 197 The Unwelcome Gues (1/2)

Falla was exhausted. She may have found a Charm Craftsman, a weight lifted from her shoulders far earlier than she'd predicted, but the job of transporting the Evanine from the Mines in Eldovia to the Ruin in Port Leis was turning out to be far harder. Those few Captains under her employ were used to transporting fabrics, so their cargo holds were not as weighed down and they were capable of travelling faster. With the crystals their journey would be slower, and that was if they managed to keep their cargo a secret. Hauling crates upon crates of Evanine from the mainland to Rouke Island was just one part of the problem though.

The job that had become considerably more difficult, was how to transport the crystals via land. There were too many bandits, and other unsavoury characters that would take interest in her cargo. While it had been brought up in negotiations that Falla didn't have the resources to protect her mine once its location was found, she also had not made much progress in finding trustworthy people to guard the mine, let alone the transports.

Mercenaries could be bought, so they were out of the question. She did not have the resources to buy loyalty. Even if in the long run the Charms would generate massive profits for her, she still had to wait some time before she would see those profits, especially if she spent so much money on hiring guards.

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It had been suggested to her that she could train her own guards. While that was a lovely idea in theory, training them took time. And that was if she had someone to train them. Which she did not.

Falla was running into too many dead ends, and the ever fading line attached to Rassa only served to remind her how alone she was in this. Sharli and Iah may have been doing well in their studies, and Kit may have been doing great in his work on the charms, but there was no one amongst them that was sufficiently knowledgeable and strong enough to cope with the work she needed to be done. The truth was that she needed to go back to Eldovia. Back to her mine so that she could run things from there. But doing so would leave the Ruin and its inhabitants exposed.

What she wouldn't give for a solution to all her problems.

Layn, ever the dedicated assistant, knocked and entered her office. His expression alluding to the fact that more bad news had just arrived.

”Just tell me, Layn,” Falla submitted to the inevitable.

”You have a guest, Miss,” Layn stated, ”…Mr Alamone is requesting a meeting”.

”Requesting?”

”Demanding,” Layn corrected.

Falla sighed, placing her head on her desk for a moment. Gathering herself, Falla sat back up and moved several papers off of her desk and into draws before she nodded to Layn, ”Bring some tea”.

She detested the man, but as a businesswoman she would never deny her guests refreshments, even if they were unwelcome.

Ishta Alamone stepped inside seconds after Layn exited. He commanded attention with his arrogant stride and elaborate, on the edge of gaudy, adornments.

”Ishta, what brings the head of Golden Sands Trading Company to my humble business?” asked Falla, the warmest smile she could muster adorning her face despite the circumstances.

”Miss Startree, I would be willing to admit that you and your associates have caused me far more trouble in the past few weeks than I had bargained on,” Ishta sighed as he sat down on the opposite side of her desk as if he owned the office instead of her. She tried her very hardest not to let him intimidate her, ”It has grown tiresome”.

”Oh?' asked Falla, ”Mr Alamone, my little fabrics business has little impact on your own trades. Why, as a Golden Token company, you have far more renown than I ever would. What trouble is it that you speak of?”