Application for Prince Kheldar (aka Silk), the Belgariad / Mallorean

[silkenspy]

((This Silk is post-Mallorean))

One big drafty castle is much the same as another big drafty castle, but Silk had visited Riva often enough that he was fairly sure that this room wasn't in the Citadel. For one thing, Garion didn't have any pens that stood upright with no hand to hold them and tapped themselves on the parchment, as if they were

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[beets_r_god]

So Scranton wasn't anywhere near Drasnia, and it would have been an exercise in... well, cracky amusement for the mun... to see what the complex network of Drasnian merchants and spies would have made of Michael Scott. But Dwight liked to think of himself as the model Drasnian. Or he would have if he were allowed to break the fourth wall outside of this rambling narration. He had, after all, given a stand-up speech at the Northeastern paper salesman's conference after winning top salesman of the year. He was also on a secret mission for the CIA, which was currently, sadly, on hold on account of the fact that Jim Halpert was popcorn.

All that to say, the Drasnian prince was a kindred spirit.

"You're a merchant?" Dwight inquired. "What kind of things do you sell?" He produced a business card, written on Dunder-Mifflin's finest parchment, and offered a hand. "Dwight Schrute, Assistant Regional Manager, Dunder-Mifflin Scranton and Dunder-Mifflin Hogsmead. Perhaps we can find some arrangement that's beneficial to us both?"

[silkenspy]

"Pretty much anything, dear fellow," Silk replied, eying Dwight. Assignments to Tolnedra and business dealings in Mallorea had given him long experience with petty beaurocrats, which is what he immediately pegged Dwight as being. He shook the man's hand and took the card, which he glanced over with disguised interest and tucked away to properly examine later.

"If it's profitable, I probably deal in it," he added. His nose began to twitch. "I'm sure we can negotiate something satisfactory. What do you deal in?"

[beets_r_god]

"Parchment," Dwight answered. "We're a small company with friendly staff, and we believe in the quality of our product." Dwight was clearly better at this than the mun, sadly. "We've already begun negotiations with some of the important people from Shin Makoku, and Deathklok has agreed to let us sponsor them." OK, so technically, the trade negotiations with Shin Makoku hadn't happened yet, since Gwendal had given Dwight the exact same brush-off he was getting now, and Michael had been responsible for Deathklok, but still... Silk didn't need to know that.

[silkenspy]

"Anything like the parchment these questions are written on?" Silk asked, his nose continuing to quiver. Sourcing the stuff for importation to Tolnedra and Mallorea might be easier than he'd anticipated.

[beets_r_god]

"Exactly like that parchment," Dwight answered. "And we are more than prepared to give you a special bulk discount if you need it. How much were you thinking you might need?"