Post by Delion on Oct 15, 2008 10:11:31 GMT -5
Delion woke with the biggest, brightest smile on his face. The Harbour was opening today, with all the granduer of a courtly ball and the first ship in port. The kal'dorei man made a rather undignified noise somewhere close to a squeal of glee as he got out of bed, and couldn't stop beaming as he dressed himself.
The noise of construction had been terrible, but everything was oh-so worth it. His store's value had suddenly skyrocketed, quadruple what he had bought it for; no one but he had wanted a store in the Canals, behind the Stockades, adjacent to the exotic kal'dorei-infested Park on one side and stifled by the pious Cathedral on the other. And now he was the closest store to the biggest trade centre since Booty Bay. He could SEE the ships coming in, which meant he would always be first in line for the best picks of stock -not only in Stormwind, but in the entire Eastern Kingdoms. It would get delivered nearly to his doorstep fresh off the boat, cutting transport costs and goblin taxes more than half. Delion Oreweave was the man who would set all cloth, thread and exotic fur prices in the entire Eastern Kingdoms. He would set fashions into motion days ahead of anyone else, and oh, the new materials... While everyone else was busy thinking about Arthas this and Lich King that, Delion had eyes on ermine-trim capes and collars, supple doeskin boots, foxfur gloves... Thank goodness he had mended the rift with the Tanners, and that could only get better as he reserved the best stock for them before they had even word that a new ship was in. The Oreweave/Tanner alliance was going to rule Stormwind's trade in leathers and cloth. And all these new Lords had come out of the woodworks too, some made anew, most having something to do with various military - the point was, they were going to spend their money at The Finest Thread.
The biggest laugh was Delion's street had higher security than ever with the patrols ready to keep sailors in line, and he even got a tax break because the bustle and noise might hurt his business. Hah!
He had made a pretty penny for himself before. He was very comfortably off, with coin to spare. Now? Now, gods... He was filthy. Stinking. Rich. He wasn't even going to tell Solremy - let him read the ledgers, it might motivate the man.
He took the stairs by twos, near skipping along. There was his apprentice, dutifully lazing about waiting for the kettle to boil. He didn't even say good morning as he pulled the other man to his somewhat startled feet, held his head in both hands and promptly kissed him. He let go with an excitable "mmuah!", immediately turning to the windows and throwing the shutters open. He even strode to the door, thrusting that open as well, the morning streaming in as brilliantly as it ever could.
"Just -look- at all the people, gods, this is the start, the REAL start of our careers, Solremy! No longer to be the odd kal'dorei with strange ideas for fashion, from now on the exotic and fabulous new trend-setters! LIGHT, Solremy, my luck in buying this store!! Right here! Oh gods Georgio Bolero is going to throw a fit the poor man, I'm afraid I've finally outdone him! I can't believe I just kissed you, and would you look at the banners, the..." Oh dear. Tailor down. Delion dropped with a light 'fwump' to the floor as his mind caught up with his actions.
Apart from the fainting, his apprentice thought it was a pretty good morning too.
The noise of construction had been terrible, but everything was oh-so worth it. His store's value had suddenly skyrocketed, quadruple what he had bought it for; no one but he had wanted a store in the Canals, behind the Stockades, adjacent to the exotic kal'dorei-infested Park on one side and stifled by the pious Cathedral on the other. And now he was the closest store to the biggest trade centre since Booty Bay. He could SEE the ships coming in, which meant he would always be first in line for the best picks of stock -not only in Stormwind, but in the entire Eastern Kingdoms. It would get delivered nearly to his doorstep fresh off the boat, cutting transport costs and goblin taxes more than half. Delion Oreweave was the man who would set all cloth, thread and exotic fur prices in the entire Eastern Kingdoms. He would set fashions into motion days ahead of anyone else, and oh, the new materials... While everyone else was busy thinking about Arthas this and Lich King that, Delion had eyes on ermine-trim capes and collars, supple doeskin boots, foxfur gloves... Thank goodness he had mended the rift with the Tanners, and that could only get better as he reserved the best stock for them before they had even word that a new ship was in. The Oreweave/Tanner alliance was going to rule Stormwind's trade in leathers and cloth. And all these new Lords had come out of the woodworks too, some made anew, most having something to do with various military - the point was, they were going to spend their money at The Finest Thread.
The biggest laugh was Delion's street had higher security than ever with the patrols ready to keep sailors in line, and he even got a tax break because the bustle and noise might hurt his business. Hah!
He had made a pretty penny for himself before. He was very comfortably off, with coin to spare. Now? Now, gods... He was filthy. Stinking. Rich. He wasn't even going to tell Solremy - let him read the ledgers, it might motivate the man.
He took the stairs by twos, near skipping along. There was his apprentice, dutifully lazing about waiting for the kettle to boil. He didn't even say good morning as he pulled the other man to his somewhat startled feet, held his head in both hands and promptly kissed him. He let go with an excitable "mmuah!", immediately turning to the windows and throwing the shutters open. He even strode to the door, thrusting that open as well, the morning streaming in as brilliantly as it ever could.
"Just -look- at all the people, gods, this is the start, the REAL start of our careers, Solremy! No longer to be the odd kal'dorei with strange ideas for fashion, from now on the exotic and fabulous new trend-setters! LIGHT, Solremy, my luck in buying this store!! Right here! Oh gods Georgio Bolero is going to throw a fit the poor man, I'm afraid I've finally outdone him! I can't believe I just kissed you, and would you look at the banners, the..." Oh dear. Tailor down. Delion dropped with a light 'fwump' to the floor as his mind caught up with his actions.
Apart from the fainting, his apprentice thought it was a pretty good morning too.
