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Silas Jefferson
He paces nervously about the room occasionally pausing to look at a small piece of parchment held tightly in his right hand. To say he is troubled would be to dramatically understate the situation. For no less than the fourth time in the past month his counsel has been overlooked in favor of that provided by Duke Benham’s new favorite. Young Thomas is heir to control of the largest trading company in the Dutchy and his influence at the court has grown rapidly, far too rapidly. And should this rumored marriage between Thomas and the Duke’s daughter come to pass .....
“Why then all of us might as well be nothing more than mere employees of North Road Mercantile!” He spits the words out bitterly. It is bad enough that his own position has been greatly imperilled by this newcomer to the court, but the future of what he has worked so hard to build is also at risk in this matter. Time is growing short and he must act while he is still in a position to influence the outcome of events. He looks once more at the sheet of parchment, on it is a name, the name of one highly recommended who might provide an answer. His brow furrows as he debates this course of action. “Very well,” he says with a note of quiet resignation, “I shall see about arranging a meeting with this Dastil Darkblade.”
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