Elendor
Filur's Gold
Slimy dwarf business. Advisor Filur of Zinbar pays Ranor of Bundazanul to speak against his thane.
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Location: Erebor
Description: [Ovor(#20753)] Outside, the Winter's sky is overcast and it is an early afternoon. Lunch is beginning to end in the Lonely Mountain that is Erebor, but the activity of the Dwarves never quites stops. Even so, the Emerald Hall is relatively empty, compared to other areas of the Mountain. Most are passing through, but there is one that does not.
Sitting on one of the benches that line the wall, this older Dwarf's eyes flick about every now and then before they return to look at the Fountain. Two younger Dwarves are near-by, their gaze flicking about as well every now and then as they talk to each other.
Ranor heads into the hall, his blue eyes looking around slowly before he begins moving forward at a seemingly casual pace. He strokes his long blond beard as he meanders, stopping to examine the fountain for a long while.
The dwarfs face is still showing discoloration from all the punching, the area around his left eye especially, where Balur struck him.
[Ovor(#20753)] Filur, for that is the old Dwarf that sits upon a bench, remains still for a few moments before his gaze flicks to Ranor. An eyebrow is briefly arched by the Elder before he stands, walking towards the fountain himself. The other two Dwarves, though still conversing, keep watch upon the Elder.
"A nasty bruise, friend. I had heard there was some... trouble within Bundazanul, but I did not think they would come to striking each other..." Filur's voice is quiet and smooth, and the old Dwarf seems almost likable.
Ranor turns at the voice, his gaze sharp as he examines the one that speaks to him. "Indeed. Nasty bruises that were ill-deserved.." He mutters, his tone heavy with loathing. "There is always trouble when people are looking for it." His tone is smoother, his gaze returning to the falling water. "Are you looking for trouble?"
[Ovor(#20753)] "Myself? I prefer to solve troubles rather than cause them." A brief, wintry smile from Filur. "Have you sought any manner at which to return the favour to the cause of your bruises? Or gone to your Thane and hope he will do something about it?" The Elder arches an eyebrow slightly as he looks to Ranor.
"Advisor.. I know who you are. I'm curious how my argument is of interest to you." Ranor answers in the same smooth tone, a faint smile upon his face as he gazes upon Filur again. "Filur, yes? Advisor to Lord Ovor, and if I remember properly you insulted my niece.. right in the middle of our Thingstead." His tone of voice suggests that Ranor isn't opposed to what Filur did that day.
[Ovor(#20753)] Filur shrugs his shoulders slightly. "Filur, Elder and Advisor of Zinbar, aye, that is me. And I would hardly call that matter an insult... compared to what could have been said, I would say that it was very mild." A dry, quiet chuckle comes from the old Dwarf. "But, as for how it interests me... I hear all sorts of things from around the Mountain, and your situation is what interested me most. I hear that kin did this to you?" A hand slightly motions to the fading bruises upon Ranor's face. "If so, I have a proposition you might like to hear."
"That may be the case.. " Ranor answers as a lazy smile works it's way onto his face. "A proposition? Of what sort? I shouldn't even be speaking with you. My thane would be most.. displeased.. should he find out."
[Ovor(#20753)] "None of my people will speak of it, I can assure you." A brief pause from the Elder. "As to my proposition... I have not heard of any action being taken on your behalf, and I find that... distressing. Someone has assaulted you, but nothing has been done? I can only imagine that Braldor has either not heard or is doing nothing, which is a matter that I do not like it indicates that he has sided against you already. Someone is hiding what has happened, and it is a bad sign when someone, kin or clan, assaults one of their own and no steps are taken... I would encourage you to speak publically about this. Ask or demand what you want, it matters little to me." A slight shrug.
"Usually a proposition entails something that benefits both parties, Advisor. I have spoken with my thane and little has been done.. but, speaking out against him or making demands may well serve to anger him against me." Ranor strokes his hand through his beard again, watching Filur carefully. "Why should I risk my neck to stir up more dissension in my clan?"
[Ovor(#20753)] The Advisor removes a small purse from around his belt, shanking it so the jingle of coins can be heard. "You get something out of it, of course. I agree, speaking out against your Thane may serve little purpose, but it would hardly be speaking against him if you simply say that he actively favours one set against you and denies you justice. It would simply be stating truth, would it not?" Again, Filur arches an eyebrow for a moment.
The jingle of coins catches Ranor's attention, and a smile tugs at his lips. "Aye. The truth indeed. Ever has my brother-in-law thwarted my chance for success." He doesn't reach for the purse yet, and instead asks in a curious tone, "How does this benefit -you-, Advisor?" His words are soft and silky.
[Ovor(#20753)] "It serves the cause of true justice, which is something we Zinbar hold dear. Bundazanul should have to account for the actions of their clandwarves, should they not? By hiding it, Braldor is only proving that larger clans are more loose-handed in such matters. If it is brought to light, and he tries to brush it back into hiding, it only proves that he may not be fit for holding his office." Another wintry smile from the Advisor.
"Hmm.. " Ranor actually considers this for a long moment. "There is a problem, Advisor. Should Braldor be proven unfit.. I can think of only one dwarf that will quickly be in position to step up and take his place. I will not see my sister's husband rule the clan."
[Ovor(#20753)] "Your brother-in-law. If he is the one causing you trouble, and the one that Braldor may be favouring, think you his chances will be good? If nothing else, just ensure that there is someone else that can be a contender." Filur shrugs his shoulders slightly. "I only wish to see true justice served, nothing more."
"I will speak against Braldor's judgement in this," Ranor gestures to the bruising on his face, "and nothing more." He reaches for the purse then, "What you further request.. well.. That is dangerous business. Perhaps I may be persuaded in the future."
[Ovor(#20753)] Another shrug from Filur. "You do as you will." A brief pause before the Elder speaks again. "Understand, Ranor, that our transaction should not come to light. My Thane would not be pleased to learn of this business neither would yours. Remember that I know much, hear more and very few things within or around the Mountain escapes me."
Ranor snatches the coins from the dwarf, scowling. "Do not patronize me, Filur. I risk far more than you do. As I said, even speaking with you is a danger." The smile returns, his sudden anger melting away. "Thank you for your time, Advisor." He bows and moves away.
[Ovor(#20753)] The Advisor nods his head slightly before he, too, goes on his way the two younger Dwarves move after Filur, speaking quietly with the older Dwarf before the three of them fall silent.
Sitting on one of the benches that line the wall, this older Dwarf's eyes flick about every now and then before they return to look at the Fountain. Two younger Dwarves are near-by, their gaze flicking about as well every now and then as they talk to each other.
Ranor heads into the hall, his blue eyes looking around slowly before he begins moving forward at a seemingly casual pace. He strokes his long blond beard as he meanders, stopping to examine the fountain for a long while.
The dwarfs face is still showing discoloration from all the punching, the area around his left eye especially, where Balur struck him.
[Ovor(#20753)] Filur, for that is the old Dwarf that sits upon a bench, remains still for a few moments before his gaze flicks to Ranor. An eyebrow is briefly arched by the Elder before he stands, walking towards the fountain himself. The other two Dwarves, though still conversing, keep watch upon the Elder.
"A nasty bruise, friend. I had heard there was some... trouble within Bundazanul, but I did not think they would come to striking each other..." Filur's voice is quiet and smooth, and the old Dwarf seems almost likable.
Ranor turns at the voice, his gaze sharp as he examines the one that speaks to him. "Indeed. Nasty bruises that were ill-deserved.." He mutters, his tone heavy with loathing. "There is always trouble when people are looking for it." His tone is smoother, his gaze returning to the falling water. "Are you looking for trouble?"
[Ovor(#20753)] "Myself? I prefer to solve troubles rather than cause them." A brief, wintry smile from Filur. "Have you sought any manner at which to return the favour to the cause of your bruises? Or gone to your Thane and hope he will do something about it?" The Elder arches an eyebrow slightly as he looks to Ranor.
"Advisor.. I know who you are. I'm curious how my argument is of interest to you." Ranor answers in the same smooth tone, a faint smile upon his face as he gazes upon Filur again. "Filur, yes? Advisor to Lord Ovor, and if I remember properly you insulted my niece.. right in the middle of our Thingstead." His tone of voice suggests that Ranor isn't opposed to what Filur did that day.
[Ovor(#20753)] Filur shrugs his shoulders slightly. "Filur, Elder and Advisor of Zinbar, aye, that is me. And I would hardly call that matter an insult... compared to what could have been said, I would say that it was very mild." A dry, quiet chuckle comes from the old Dwarf. "But, as for how it interests me... I hear all sorts of things from around the Mountain, and your situation is what interested me most. I hear that kin did this to you?" A hand slightly motions to the fading bruises upon Ranor's face. "If so, I have a proposition you might like to hear."
"That may be the case.. " Ranor answers as a lazy smile works it's way onto his face. "A proposition? Of what sort? I shouldn't even be speaking with you. My thane would be most.. displeased.. should he find out."
[Ovor(#20753)] "None of my people will speak of it, I can assure you." A brief pause from the Elder. "As to my proposition... I have not heard of any action being taken on your behalf, and I find that... distressing. Someone has assaulted you, but nothing has been done? I can only imagine that Braldor has either not heard or is doing nothing, which is a matter that I do not like it indicates that he has sided against you already. Someone is hiding what has happened, and it is a bad sign when someone, kin or clan, assaults one of their own and no steps are taken... I would encourage you to speak publically about this. Ask or demand what you want, it matters little to me." A slight shrug.
"Usually a proposition entails something that benefits both parties, Advisor. I have spoken with my thane and little has been done.. but, speaking out against him or making demands may well serve to anger him against me." Ranor strokes his hand through his beard again, watching Filur carefully. "Why should I risk my neck to stir up more dissension in my clan?"
[Ovor(#20753)] The Advisor removes a small purse from around his belt, shanking it so the jingle of coins can be heard. "You get something out of it, of course. I agree, speaking out against your Thane may serve little purpose, but it would hardly be speaking against him if you simply say that he actively favours one set against you and denies you justice. It would simply be stating truth, would it not?" Again, Filur arches an eyebrow for a moment.
The jingle of coins catches Ranor's attention, and a smile tugs at his lips. "Aye. The truth indeed. Ever has my brother-in-law thwarted my chance for success." He doesn't reach for the purse yet, and instead asks in a curious tone, "How does this benefit -you-, Advisor?" His words are soft and silky.
[Ovor(#20753)] "It serves the cause of true justice, which is something we Zinbar hold dear. Bundazanul should have to account for the actions of their clandwarves, should they not? By hiding it, Braldor is only proving that larger clans are more loose-handed in such matters. If it is brought to light, and he tries to brush it back into hiding, it only proves that he may not be fit for holding his office." Another wintry smile from the Advisor.
"Hmm.. " Ranor actually considers this for a long moment. "There is a problem, Advisor. Should Braldor be proven unfit.. I can think of only one dwarf that will quickly be in position to step up and take his place. I will not see my sister's husband rule the clan."
[Ovor(#20753)] "Your brother-in-law. If he is the one causing you trouble, and the one that Braldor may be favouring, think you his chances will be good? If nothing else, just ensure that there is someone else that can be a contender." Filur shrugs his shoulders slightly. "I only wish to see true justice served, nothing more."
"I will speak against Braldor's judgement in this," Ranor gestures to the bruising on his face, "and nothing more." He reaches for the purse then, "What you further request.. well.. That is dangerous business. Perhaps I may be persuaded in the future."
[Ovor(#20753)] Another shrug from Filur. "You do as you will." A brief pause before the Elder speaks again. "Understand, Ranor, that our transaction should not come to light. My Thane would not be pleased to learn of this business neither would yours. Remember that I know much, hear more and very few things within or around the Mountain escapes me."
Ranor snatches the coins from the dwarf, scowling. "Do not patronize me, Filur. I risk far more than you do. As I said, even speaking with you is a danger." The smile returns, his sudden anger melting away. "Thank you for your time, Advisor." He bows and moves away.
[Ovor(#20753)] The Advisor nods his head slightly before he, too, goes on his way the two younger Dwarves move after Filur, speaking quietly with the older Dwarf before the three of them fall silent.
Players: Ranor, Filur
Located in: Erebor
