The Vast: Welcome to Calaunt
The bundle of clothing remained on the floor; there was a note folded on top. So did the tray and smashed wine glasses.
Shortly after this commotion, the inner door opened suddenly and Lady Maelarra bustled out, straightening her skirts. 'What in the world is going on out here?' she asked urgently, fearing an attack. Tamae had her purse, and produced a gleaming nunchaku, but the priestess declined the weapon when it was clear there were no robbers.
After she heard whatever explanation was given, Mae sniffed and said 'Well, in any case, let us begin the briefing.' The noble priestess sat at the table and placed her gloved hands upon the surface. She spoke softly, as if wary of being overheard. 'Now, as you may have noticed, Calaunt is an utter dungheap.' she announced without any delicacy. 'It has always been so, a free port that would take any ship or trade, no matter wretched, lax on laws and good taste. The scholars speak seriously of fell magic in the area, but what that means is hard to say. It may even be cursed. But the tanneries certainly do not help the atmosphere, as you've smelt.'
'First, a history lesson. Forty years ago, the town was in the grip of the so-called Five Vultures, robber-barons who terrorised the northern Vast, raiding and taking what they wanted. The town did grow on what trickled down, but it grew lean and hungry.'
'Finally, as often happens, a group of adventurers arose to confront the Five Vultures. Bellas's Band were brave, daring, and lucky, and in their campaign they finally overthrew the Five Vultures, liberating Calaunt from their tyranny. And then, as often happens, they took power themselves. They call themselves the Merchant Dukes, under their leader, Supreme Scepter Bellas Thanatar.'
'At first, they were good for Calaunt, developing the city, bringing in legitimate trade, instituting a few laws, and giving it a veneer of civilisation. It prospered and flourished – it might not look like it, but Calaunt is the second richest city in the Vast – behind Procampur, of course.' the Procampan noted smugly. 'But it wasn't long before the Merchant Dukes went the way of the Five Vultures themselves. They rule as brutal dictators and kleptocrats. All that wealth is in their hands or in those of their supporters, while the people fight for scraps. They confiscate any and all magic they deem necessary "for the benefit of the city", or rather, their own. No wizard of middling power lasts long in this city.' She laid golden-hued eyes on Tseran, adding with a humourless smile 'So I don't advise you settle.'
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