Nefarious

Writers: Mirren, Paula
Date Posted: 6th December 2015

Characters: Bortem, Fymer
Description: Bortem and Fymer start on their nefarious plan.
Location: Sunstone Seahold
Date: month 3, day 16 of Turn 8
Notes: Mentioned: Yriadha

Bortem

Bortem placed an ale in front of Fymer and flopped into a chair before taking a deep drink from his own glass.

"Ma said I have to find a wife," he said woefully.

"Yes, that's generally expected from a man. Wife and bunch of children," Fymer replied with a dry tone.

"What woman would want to be stuck with me?" Bortem asked. "She said if I don't find one, she'll find one for me."

"Ouch," Fymer winced with faked sympathy. He really didn't care about Bortem's marriage problems.

"I know." Bortem sighed. "I might end up with someone horrible. Or -ugly." He shuddered.

"Not if your mother wants pretty grandchildren," Fymer replied. "She might be more interested in connections and dowries though," he continued.

"What are my chances of finding a woman with marks?" Bortem could only wish. "By the way, I got some writing samples." He pulled a small stack from his pocket and handed them over.

"Oh, good," Fymer took the stack and leafed through it. "Good work, Bortem," he said absently. "Do you have any idea who we should target first?"

Bortem reached over and tugged out a sheet. He tapped the name with his fingertip. "This one. He's always waving marks around. He seems to have plenty to spare."

Fymer nodded and inspected the records further. He spotted Holder Raghad's name. It was simple note informing the Headwoman when he and his wife were going to visit Sunstone next time, so that their room could be ready for them. He thought what he knew about the older Holder and shuddered. He had been Morin's man. "Not him," he put Raghad's note aside.

Bortem shrugged. "Better to stay away from anyone who might have a marriageable daughter." Especially if they got caught and he got stuck with her.

"Not even if the girl had rich parents?" Fymer asked. He put aside few more notes that he knew weren't worth even trying.

"What rich parent would marry their daughter to me?" Bortem asked.

"Well, that is the problem," Fymer said. "This is potential target too," he added a letter to the second pile.

"What are the chances of getting rich in three months?" Bortem asked, taking a gulp of ale.

"I don't know," Fymer replied. "If you get too rich too fast, people get suspicious," he warned.

"That's true. Ma would noticed. And kill me." That wouldn't be ideal.

"We should avoid that outcome with all costs," Fymer said with his most dryest tone. "So, caution is needed." He was finnished with the pile. "I got us three potential targets," he gave the discarded pile back to Bortem. "You can slip those back where you found them."

Bortem grabbed them and shoved them back into his pocket. "So when do we start?" He rubbed his hands together. He couldn't wait to have marks.

"We need to plan this carefully," Fymer took a drink from his glass and spread the three notes on the table. "We need to decide who will be first and what exactly we are going to do."

"And make sure they don't know each other," Bortem said, unusually insightful for him.

"Naturally. We don't want them to start comparing notes," Fymer answered.

"Yes, that would be bad. I don't want to get caught. Like I said, Ma would kill me." Bortem finished his drink and rose to get a refill.

"Neither do I. So, what do we know about these men?"

"One owns a ship, but he lives here on land. Other people do his work for him."

"That's good, he probably then signs lot of records without really reading them," Fymer grinned wickedly.

"Probably, I don't think he cares. Lucky for us." Bortem matched his grin.

"He must have a steward. So, I'll make the document and then we present it to his steward," Fymer formulated their next action.

"Sounds good. Let's hope this works." If it didn't, Bortem didn't want to think about that.

"So do I," Fymer said fervently.

Last updated on the December 14th 2015

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