Lightstar Family/Xarnelf/Roleplay 48

Warehouse Stores

The Royal Treasurer examined his daily letters while pacing back and forth within his office. Suddenly, he came to an abrupt halt after reading the King's comments concerning matters of diplomacy in regards to Ethiala. Narrowing his eyes in contemplation, Xarnelf thought about making a decision which he believed would be in the best interest of the realm.

Turning to his scribe seated at one of the two tables in the room, the knight asked, "Caerlov, have you on hand the reports concerning our realm's warehouse stores?"

The dutiful lad replied, "Indeed I do, sir." He began ruffling through a stack of papers for a brief moment before pulling out a few leaves.

The noble nodded and continued moving to and fro, albeit very calmly and slowly, as if in deep thought. "If you please, start reading off the numbers."

"Milord, where should I begin?"

"Larmebsi."

"As you wish, sir." Caerlov began stating the numbers kept in the records relating to the realm's stockpiles of resources. After he had finished, the Royal Treasurer tapped his lips in thought and then nodded to himself.

"Very good, Caerlov. Now, I require you to pen a few letters for me addressed to my agents located within the first two regions that we discussed. Firstly, write a request for the transfer of one hundred bushels of..."

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The scribe put down his pen and nodded to the still standing noble. "The missives are finished and need only your signature and seal to send them on their way."

Xarnelf smiled contentedly. "Excellent. Moving on to other matters, have you received any word as of yet either from or concerning the tax collectors whom I had ordered yesterday to perform their duties a few days ahead of schedule?"

Caerlov replied, "Well..."