Serpentis Family/Erik Eyolf/Dividing the Bread and Wine
The situation in Trinbar was almost desperate. And Erik kept his hate inside him, quietly. Very different of what happened before the enemy income to his lands. A hopeless sequence of mistakes took him to that situation, exiled in Sirion while the temples were threatened and the people had to struggle alone in small militias against the immense number of repugnant enemies.
He could make that work in a tavern or in an office. He didn't have estates in Sirion, but he had a luxurious residence and his own office. Erik was even able to sitting at the office of his dungeons. But he chose the central square of the great city. The people had to see that he was working. To respect him and to adore him for who he is and for what he did. Chosen by Elune and by the people of Sirion to be The Supreme Law and Justice, The Guardian of the Agreements and responsible by the courts in each region of the great realm.
The servants brought an imposing wood table and a luxurious chair. Captain Karl chose five soldiers as bodyguards. Another Stormwalkers formed a small safety perimeter, impeding that the people arrive so close. On the table just a mug, an amphora of Dragon Breath (the best wine of Dolmbar produced in the years in that Erik was Lord of that region), an old balance, paper, quills and ink. The perfect atmosphere for the Silver Dragon's work.
The first bags of gold were private. Gold of taxes and confiscated of enemies. Then arrived the gold of Sir Bastian and Duke Mel. Gold of Sir Romul. More particular gold of the early taxes called by Banker Alain and finally a portion of the gold of Prime Minister and that Sir Atanamir keep in safe. A lot of gold in the hands of the most reliable man of Sirion.
A work that was not so simple. First the scribes brought the requests and reports and later the line was organized. One by one, Knights, Lords and personalities approached to catch a portion of that gold with an only condition: recruit. Captain Karl entered more of one time in the Old Dragons's house in Sirion, always with certainty that nobody had followed him, to bring more gold to maintain the distribution. There was not time to rest. At night the soldiers lit the torches and allowed that some beautiful ladies arrives more close. And then Erik could deceive the sleep with some brief amusement between the distributions.Until the last coin.
Captain Karl: "No more gold..."
Erik Eyolf: "Now the work' best part. We will march to Trinbar and take a blood bath!"
And finally, Erik Eyolf Serpentis hummed:
I see a rider coming down the road
Got a virgin carrying a heavy load
One sack of silver and one bag of gold
