No. 7 Greyshott Place is an elegantly simple three-story red brick townhouse in the West End near the ever-fashionable High Street - it looks old but well-kept, the bricks worn down to smooth edges, but no sign of moss infiltrating anywhere, and the ivy on the iron gate out front looks to be carefully trimmed with aesthetics in mind, appearing natural without being in the way. The iron gate is set in a low brick wall about eight feet high that encloses the townhouse's front courtyard, also brick, where several simple pieces of furniture are laid out. The gate is currently latched shut, but there is a large iron knocker on it, and a man seated in one of the chairs in the courtyard. He looks like Alain.
Trystal padded down the street cautiously, West End was an interesting place, so long as you didn't look like an easy mark. She'd already been jumped twice by gang thugs, both times come out the only survivor. How in blazes the man lived in an area like this, and kept a business no less, was beyond her. Finally moving up on the gate, she spots Alain in the chair on the other side. "Well, guess you prefer the informal venue."
He's smoking a cigar. He's dressed in a nice white shirt with a handsomely patterned dark red tie, top two buttons undone and tie loosened, khakis, and nice shoes. For a change, he doesn't appear to be packing heat. There are lights turned on, on the first and second floors of the townhouse, and the dull, muffled noise of casual conversation that works its way through the walls. Alain gets up and unlatches the gate, holding it open for her. "Ms. Vordia - pleased you could make it." A faint smile crosses her lips, his expression more pleasant and relaxed than the night before.
"I was somewhat suprised to find out you lived in West End, Mr DeMuer. Usually only those with something to hide, or someone to hide from, live here." She steps through the gate, tail swaying behind her, almost like a cat. "Still, it is a nice property, so I suppose the charm is enough to draw you here?" Arching a furred brow at the question.
"I believe the West End has a lot more to offer than sanctuary... but that is a controversy for another time," he grins, and shuts the gate behind her. "I've always found if you take the right roads at the right times, the whole West End won't give you any trouble." And he drifts towards the chairs, paying attention to her body language, with the added component of the tail swishing. Understanding what that may mean is going to take some time... "Cigar - drink? I hope you don't mind if we sit outside, it's a pleasant evening..."
She allows herself to be escorted, settling down onto the offered seat, tail curling around her waist. "It *is* a wonderful evening actually, one of the first I've seen for a while. Thank you. Coffee if you have any?" With the gate closed, and the seeming shelter of Alain's property, backed by his reputation in West End; Trystal finally relaxes fully as she streaches out slightly in the chair.
Alain then calls out in a language that is an odd medley of English, French, and something else. He asks someone standing by the kitchen window for coffee, they acknowledge, and he takes a seat near her, one leg crossing over the other, right ankle on top of his left knee. "Are you new to RhyDin City, Ms. Vordia? I haven't seen your face before."
A slight cant of her head at the odd language, parts of it were verbally familliar, but she got the gist of what he'd said by brushing his surface thoughts. "Oh, I'm no stranger to this world, though it has been nearly ten years since I was last onworld."
"Oh - I've only been here for two myself..." A man with a distinctly European look to his face and lips comes out with two cups of coffee and delivers them. He's dressed a little more casually than Alain, and doesn't look at all like a butler - and the small pendant on the necklace around his neck is identical to the tattooed family seal on the back of Alain's right hand. Sugar and cream are set down on a low table near them, and he leaves. Alain takes a sip of his coffee, taking it black, and sighs softly, contentedly. The evening air is pleasant. "Now... what can I do for you?"
Trystal wastes a few moments, collecting her thoughts as she spoons in a generous amount of sugar, a splash of cream. Then she brought the concoction to her lips, inhaling before taking a sip; barely suppressing the shiver of delight that runs up her spine. "I've recently been 'appointed' the new Rhydin liason and representative for TRIAD Enterprises, back home." The way she says 'appointed' holds a hint of bile to the word. "In short, TRIAD is a multi-stellar corporate state, and lately the CEO is pushing for expansion into this market."
His first guess is that she's a glorified exile in her own company - she lost a game of corporate politics and wound up here, in a backwater trashpit that is, at the same time, the center of the multiverse. He keeps his coffee cradled in one hand, letting the cigar smoulder in an ashtray, and asks her, "What kind of expansion?" It's subtle in his question and his tone, but he is one of many businessmen in RhyDin who is skeptical of groups and businesses from 'outside'...
Some of his thoughts floated to the surface, skimmed from the foam without ever touching his mind directly. A supressed smile at his caution, "TRIAD tried to take control once, shortly after I left last time... Didn't work out too well, and billions of credits were lost in the attempt. Now the CEO just wants profit, so it's just business ventures this time."
"Many tyrants have broken themselves upon this city," he grins, and he honestly believes it. While the first pass over the surface of his mind was pretty easy, they slowly become progressively more difficult, as if something within is helping him... But whatever it is, it remains out of sight of the Third Eye. "RhyDin is an excellent waypoint for all kinds of goods - largely based on shipping, with not many businesses, like a couple of my own, focused on manufacturing itself." She's been here before, but Alain has no idea what the economic landscape here was like ten years ago.
"Yes, things have changed alot. Stars End barely gets any traffic these days. Even the landscape has changed, used to be a sprawling tech-city around Stars End, bigger than Rhydin City." A soft sigh for the old days, then she's back to business. "In any event, I was told to keep my eyes open for any business ventures, and I think you might be the first."
Which he finds to be a pleasant surprise. "Which businesses of mine, specifically? Zeppa - Kaldi - the Silver Mark?" His eyebrows climb a fraction, as she has certainly engaged his curiosity.
"All three actually, though it's more likely that the ale and the coffee will attract more business than the soda."
"You want to import them into your base of operations?" He's started exporting his goods very recently, and knew doors would open up soon... but he's surprised it's been so fast. Another pleasant surprise.
"A small amount to a limited market to start with, but yes. Coffee is something we only get rarely back home, and for my species it acts much like alcohol for you humans. The ale would be novel as well. As for the Zeppa, I'm afraid that market might be rather flooded."
"How much coffee are we talking about here?"
Trystal does some quick mental calculations. "Could you provide five tons for a preliminary shipment?"
He rubs his jaw. Five tons is a lot - a whole lot - and his operation is pretty small, at least at present. "Sure, I can get that together... Kaldi's... selling point, sort of, is that we import a very wide, exotic variety of coffees, whatever we can get our hands on from every imaginable realm. You want me to divide it up into, say, a dozen of our most popular blends and see what performs the best for you?"
Trystal nods and smiles, sipping from her cup again. "Is this an example?"
"Uevera Tropical Dark Roast," he says, "the perfect balance of sweetness and a touch spicy, ideal for an evening like this one." He takes a slow sip himself.
The canine chuckles softly at the name, "It's quite good. This alone would likely make you a decent profit on my homeworld. You could easily charge eight credits a cup and sell all your stock."
"Your credits - that's at about the same rate as the Mataari Economic Alliance credits?"
"Hmmmm, to be honest, I think it's close. Pretty sure the current exchange rate is two silver here for one credit back home."
He tries not to say, Sixteen silvers?! out loud, and succeeds, but it's one thought that manages to float to the surface of his mind unprotected. "Now, you've mentioned five tons as a first shipment... but if you were pleased with the results... how many tons do you think you would ask for, and how often?"
"Well, I'd rather not outstrip your ability to produce. How much could you provide on a monthly basis?"
"It's not a matter of production, but importing. I'd say..." He considers for a few moments, arithmetic at work behind his bright blue eyes, and also thinking about how flexible his sources can be. "...thirty tons would be our maximum right now, but we can easily increase that over time."
A slow nod as she savors another sip of the coffee. "Thirty tons per month. Yes, that should be sufficient as a specialty item, imported from outrealm."
His personal worth would rise by about 40% overnight. He tries not to think about that too hard. "Naturally, the more you buy, the better the deal for your people - bulk rates. How about the Silver Mark lager? We have pale, amber, and black."
"I think the amber and the black would sell better, though we would market whatever you imported." Another sip before she blinks, "Oh yes. How are your distribution networks here on Rhydin?"
"They're more than sufficient for our purposes. The coffee comes in by various means, often by sea, sometimes through stabilized 'holes' in reality, and even by space. We used to move most of it to where it's needed in the city by wagons, but we're almost completely upgraded to trucks now." He picks ups his cigar again and sets it back between his teeth, puffing three times to make sure it's still burning. "Same with the beer and the soda, we move most of it around by truck when we're selling within the city. Recently we've expanded to an offworld market, and we've contracted a space freighter for that in Star's End."
"We can provide freighters to our markets if you require. But actually, the reason I asked is to see if you would be able to distribute and sell TRIAD products here?"
"I'm not sure how well-equipped I'd be for that..." He considers. "What kind of products?"
"Various consumer goods. Electronics, software, textiles and clothing. We also have military goods, which you may or may not want to sell. Naturally we won't sell anything that would compete with your own products."
He considers. "...Electronics and software are tough markets in RhyDin. So is military equipment, if yours uses the level of technology I think it does - without magical modifications and protections, a lot of hi-tech tends to go awry with every Nexus wave, especially here in the West End. Textiles will be a cinch, clothing might take some doing - people like to buy from local tailors."
Trystal hmmm's and nods at each point. "Well I imagine things like produce and meats are locally available?"
"Yes, though if you have anything exotic, there's a market for it. Maybe not huge, but still a decent market."
"I'll have to check with the offices to find out. In any case, would you be willing to distribute and sell our products here? Assuming there is a market for them that is."
"How about this - whatever freighters we end up using, they can take the preliminary shipment of my goods to your turf, and come back with just textiles for now, and I can set up buyers for it in the meantime. And if you can give me information on your other products, I'll look for markets for it - though I wouldn't be optimistic about anything big for your hi-tech goods. At least half the city still works by candlelight." He smiles faintly.
"Fair enough. I'm still getting used to the problems here in West End. I'm just glad that the anti-tech fields don't interfere too much with cyberware."
"Cybernetic enhancements?"
Trystal nods slowly, "I'm a cyborg, only about 7% of my original meat left."
He whistles. "Don't get too many of those here - still, I'd be careful, and check your enhancements often."
"Trust me, I keep an eye on things at all times." Trystal finishes her coffee and leans forwards. "So, anything else?"
"How much beer do you think you'll want to take with you?"
"Can you provide... Hmmmm, let's see. Two thousand liters each of the amber and black ales?"
He begins to do math in his head again. "Sixty liters per... three..." This is muttered, and he says aloud, "Seventeen kegs apiece of the amber and black?"
"Ahhh, well then make it thirty kegs of each?"
He considers. This'll be a little tricky... "...I can manage that. But I'll need to go ahead with my plans to open up another brewery in Old Temple in order to keep up - meantime we can rely on the stockpile."
The canine frowns and nods, "Why don't we wait on the ale shipments for now then. We'll try a test market of ten kegs of each, and see what comes from that."
"Ten kegs apiece I can do easily," he nods. "And six weeks from now, thirty apiece will be a piece of cake." It means he'll have to be a little tyrant getting a new brewery built in record time, but such is the life of an ambitious young businessman. His coffee is finished, and he's working on the last stretch of his cigar. "Mind if I ballpark some numbers as far as price goes, just to give you an idea?" He's already reaching for a notepad in his back pocket.
She nods and waves a hand, "By all means."
He scribbles with a pencil, pausing every so often to make an estimate or skip an arithmetic step to do in his head instead, and tears a piece of paper out and hands it to her. It's a pretty good deal, since she's going to be buying so much of his stuff.
Trystal looked down at the paper, going over the figures herself. "Now, is this the final price per unit?"
"This is the price per unit I'm offering you for the preliminary shipment - closer to the normal rates for the bulk I'd probably send in the second shipment, but call it a gesture of good faith." He smiles.
A slow nod at that, "Fair enough. Will you be needing offworld transport?"
He does a little more math, and then shakes his head. "No, I think I can manage. The freighter I use runs about forty to fifty tons most of the time, so we can pack this first one in with another shipment easily."
"Understood. I'll send the details to your secretary at SPI. Will that work?"
He needs a business secretary, he reminds himself... "That'll work," he nods.
"Well, thank you for your time Mr. DeMuer. It's been a pleasure doing business with you." Leaning forwards and offering a lightly furred hand.
He takes her hand in his own, shaking it firmly and rising when she rises, smiling. "It's been a pleasure doing business with you, Ms. Vordia - I look forward to many more ventures."
"Well, if you happen to run across any markets in need to technological products, be sure to let me know. TRIAD would compensate you well to be a distributor."
"I'll check around in Star's End," he nods. "You never know."
A slow nod, then turning to go. "Have a pleasant night Mr. DeMuer."
He opens the gate for her. "Travel safe."
She pads out into the night, looking both ways down the road before setting off. If he was watching, her manner and demeanor immediately shifted to what you might find on a battlefield soldier, wary and paranoid.
((Adapted from live play with the talented player behind Trystal Vordia - sorry it took so long!))
Trystal padded down the street cautiously, West End was an interesting place, so long as you didn't look like an easy mark. She'd already been jumped twice by gang thugs, both times come out the only survivor. How in blazes the man lived in an area like this, and kept a business no less, was beyond her. Finally moving up on the gate, she spots Alain in the chair on the other side. "Well, guess you prefer the informal venue."
He's smoking a cigar. He's dressed in a nice white shirt with a handsomely patterned dark red tie, top two buttons undone and tie loosened, khakis, and nice shoes. For a change, he doesn't appear to be packing heat. There are lights turned on, on the first and second floors of the townhouse, and the dull, muffled noise of casual conversation that works its way through the walls. Alain gets up and unlatches the gate, holding it open for her. "Ms. Vordia - pleased you could make it." A faint smile crosses her lips, his expression more pleasant and relaxed than the night before.
"I was somewhat suprised to find out you lived in West End, Mr DeMuer. Usually only those with something to hide, or someone to hide from, live here." She steps through the gate, tail swaying behind her, almost like a cat. "Still, it is a nice property, so I suppose the charm is enough to draw you here?" Arching a furred brow at the question.
"I believe the West End has a lot more to offer than sanctuary... but that is a controversy for another time," he grins, and shuts the gate behind her. "I've always found if you take the right roads at the right times, the whole West End won't give you any trouble." And he drifts towards the chairs, paying attention to her body language, with the added component of the tail swishing. Understanding what that may mean is going to take some time... "Cigar - drink? I hope you don't mind if we sit outside, it's a pleasant evening..."
She allows herself to be escorted, settling down onto the offered seat, tail curling around her waist. "It *is* a wonderful evening actually, one of the first I've seen for a while. Thank you. Coffee if you have any?" With the gate closed, and the seeming shelter of Alain's property, backed by his reputation in West End; Trystal finally relaxes fully as she streaches out slightly in the chair.
Alain then calls out in a language that is an odd medley of English, French, and something else. He asks someone standing by the kitchen window for coffee, they acknowledge, and he takes a seat near her, one leg crossing over the other, right ankle on top of his left knee. "Are you new to RhyDin City, Ms. Vordia? I haven't seen your face before."
A slight cant of her head at the odd language, parts of it were verbally familliar, but she got the gist of what he'd said by brushing his surface thoughts. "Oh, I'm no stranger to this world, though it has been nearly ten years since I was last onworld."
"Oh - I've only been here for two myself..." A man with a distinctly European look to his face and lips comes out with two cups of coffee and delivers them. He's dressed a little more casually than Alain, and doesn't look at all like a butler - and the small pendant on the necklace around his neck is identical to the tattooed family seal on the back of Alain's right hand. Sugar and cream are set down on a low table near them, and he leaves. Alain takes a sip of his coffee, taking it black, and sighs softly, contentedly. The evening air is pleasant. "Now... what can I do for you?"
Trystal wastes a few moments, collecting her thoughts as she spoons in a generous amount of sugar, a splash of cream. Then she brought the concoction to her lips, inhaling before taking a sip; barely suppressing the shiver of delight that runs up her spine. "I've recently been 'appointed' the new Rhydin liason and representative for TRIAD Enterprises, back home." The way she says 'appointed' holds a hint of bile to the word. "In short, TRIAD is a multi-stellar corporate state, and lately the CEO is pushing for expansion into this market."
His first guess is that she's a glorified exile in her own company - she lost a game of corporate politics and wound up here, in a backwater trashpit that is, at the same time, the center of the multiverse. He keeps his coffee cradled in one hand, letting the cigar smoulder in an ashtray, and asks her, "What kind of expansion?" It's subtle in his question and his tone, but he is one of many businessmen in RhyDin who is skeptical of groups and businesses from 'outside'...
Some of his thoughts floated to the surface, skimmed from the foam without ever touching his mind directly. A supressed smile at his caution, "TRIAD tried to take control once, shortly after I left last time... Didn't work out too well, and billions of credits were lost in the attempt. Now the CEO just wants profit, so it's just business ventures this time."
"Many tyrants have broken themselves upon this city," he grins, and he honestly believes it. While the first pass over the surface of his mind was pretty easy, they slowly become progressively more difficult, as if something within is helping him... But whatever it is, it remains out of sight of the Third Eye. "RhyDin is an excellent waypoint for all kinds of goods - largely based on shipping, with not many businesses, like a couple of my own, focused on manufacturing itself." She's been here before, but Alain has no idea what the economic landscape here was like ten years ago.
"Yes, things have changed alot. Stars End barely gets any traffic these days. Even the landscape has changed, used to be a sprawling tech-city around Stars End, bigger than Rhydin City." A soft sigh for the old days, then she's back to business. "In any event, I was told to keep my eyes open for any business ventures, and I think you might be the first."
Which he finds to be a pleasant surprise. "Which businesses of mine, specifically? Zeppa - Kaldi - the Silver Mark?" His eyebrows climb a fraction, as she has certainly engaged his curiosity.
"All three actually, though it's more likely that the ale and the coffee will attract more business than the soda."
"You want to import them into your base of operations?" He's started exporting his goods very recently, and knew doors would open up soon... but he's surprised it's been so fast. Another pleasant surprise.
"A small amount to a limited market to start with, but yes. Coffee is something we only get rarely back home, and for my species it acts much like alcohol for you humans. The ale would be novel as well. As for the Zeppa, I'm afraid that market might be rather flooded."
"How much coffee are we talking about here?"
Trystal does some quick mental calculations. "Could you provide five tons for a preliminary shipment?"
He rubs his jaw. Five tons is a lot - a whole lot - and his operation is pretty small, at least at present. "Sure, I can get that together... Kaldi's... selling point, sort of, is that we import a very wide, exotic variety of coffees, whatever we can get our hands on from every imaginable realm. You want me to divide it up into, say, a dozen of our most popular blends and see what performs the best for you?"
Trystal nods and smiles, sipping from her cup again. "Is this an example?"
"Uevera Tropical Dark Roast," he says, "the perfect balance of sweetness and a touch spicy, ideal for an evening like this one." He takes a slow sip himself.
The canine chuckles softly at the name, "It's quite good. This alone would likely make you a decent profit on my homeworld. You could easily charge eight credits a cup and sell all your stock."
"Your credits - that's at about the same rate as the Mataari Economic Alliance credits?"
"Hmmmm, to be honest, I think it's close. Pretty sure the current exchange rate is two silver here for one credit back home."
He tries not to say, Sixteen silvers?! out loud, and succeeds, but it's one thought that manages to float to the surface of his mind unprotected. "Now, you've mentioned five tons as a first shipment... but if you were pleased with the results... how many tons do you think you would ask for, and how often?"
"Well, I'd rather not outstrip your ability to produce. How much could you provide on a monthly basis?"
"It's not a matter of production, but importing. I'd say..." He considers for a few moments, arithmetic at work behind his bright blue eyes, and also thinking about how flexible his sources can be. "...thirty tons would be our maximum right now, but we can easily increase that over time."
A slow nod as she savors another sip of the coffee. "Thirty tons per month. Yes, that should be sufficient as a specialty item, imported from outrealm."
His personal worth would rise by about 40% overnight. He tries not to think about that too hard. "Naturally, the more you buy, the better the deal for your people - bulk rates. How about the Silver Mark lager? We have pale, amber, and black."
"I think the amber and the black would sell better, though we would market whatever you imported." Another sip before she blinks, "Oh yes. How are your distribution networks here on Rhydin?"
"They're more than sufficient for our purposes. The coffee comes in by various means, often by sea, sometimes through stabilized 'holes' in reality, and even by space. We used to move most of it to where it's needed in the city by wagons, but we're almost completely upgraded to trucks now." He picks ups his cigar again and sets it back between his teeth, puffing three times to make sure it's still burning. "Same with the beer and the soda, we move most of it around by truck when we're selling within the city. Recently we've expanded to an offworld market, and we've contracted a space freighter for that in Star's End."
"We can provide freighters to our markets if you require. But actually, the reason I asked is to see if you would be able to distribute and sell TRIAD products here?"
"I'm not sure how well-equipped I'd be for that..." He considers. "What kind of products?"
"Various consumer goods. Electronics, software, textiles and clothing. We also have military goods, which you may or may not want to sell. Naturally we won't sell anything that would compete with your own products."
He considers. "...Electronics and software are tough markets in RhyDin. So is military equipment, if yours uses the level of technology I think it does - without magical modifications and protections, a lot of hi-tech tends to go awry with every Nexus wave, especially here in the West End. Textiles will be a cinch, clothing might take some doing - people like to buy from local tailors."
Trystal hmmm's and nods at each point. "Well I imagine things like produce and meats are locally available?"
"Yes, though if you have anything exotic, there's a market for it. Maybe not huge, but still a decent market."
"I'll have to check with the offices to find out. In any case, would you be willing to distribute and sell our products here? Assuming there is a market for them that is."
"How about this - whatever freighters we end up using, they can take the preliminary shipment of my goods to your turf, and come back with just textiles for now, and I can set up buyers for it in the meantime. And if you can give me information on your other products, I'll look for markets for it - though I wouldn't be optimistic about anything big for your hi-tech goods. At least half the city still works by candlelight." He smiles faintly.
"Fair enough. I'm still getting used to the problems here in West End. I'm just glad that the anti-tech fields don't interfere too much with cyberware."
"Cybernetic enhancements?"
Trystal nods slowly, "I'm a cyborg, only about 7% of my original meat left."
He whistles. "Don't get too many of those here - still, I'd be careful, and check your enhancements often."
"Trust me, I keep an eye on things at all times." Trystal finishes her coffee and leans forwards. "So, anything else?"
"How much beer do you think you'll want to take with you?"
"Can you provide... Hmmmm, let's see. Two thousand liters each of the amber and black ales?"
He begins to do math in his head again. "Sixty liters per... three..." This is muttered, and he says aloud, "Seventeen kegs apiece of the amber and black?"
"Ahhh, well then make it thirty kegs of each?"
He considers. This'll be a little tricky... "...I can manage that. But I'll need to go ahead with my plans to open up another brewery in Old Temple in order to keep up - meantime we can rely on the stockpile."
The canine frowns and nods, "Why don't we wait on the ale shipments for now then. We'll try a test market of ten kegs of each, and see what comes from that."
"Ten kegs apiece I can do easily," he nods. "And six weeks from now, thirty apiece will be a piece of cake." It means he'll have to be a little tyrant getting a new brewery built in record time, but such is the life of an ambitious young businessman. His coffee is finished, and he's working on the last stretch of his cigar. "Mind if I ballpark some numbers as far as price goes, just to give you an idea?" He's already reaching for a notepad in his back pocket.
She nods and waves a hand, "By all means."
He scribbles with a pencil, pausing every so often to make an estimate or skip an arithmetic step to do in his head instead, and tears a piece of paper out and hands it to her. It's a pretty good deal, since she's going to be buying so much of his stuff.
Trystal looked down at the paper, going over the figures herself. "Now, is this the final price per unit?"
"This is the price per unit I'm offering you for the preliminary shipment - closer to the normal rates for the bulk I'd probably send in the second shipment, but call it a gesture of good faith." He smiles.
A slow nod at that, "Fair enough. Will you be needing offworld transport?"
He does a little more math, and then shakes his head. "No, I think I can manage. The freighter I use runs about forty to fifty tons most of the time, so we can pack this first one in with another shipment easily."
"Understood. I'll send the details to your secretary at SPI. Will that work?"
He needs a business secretary, he reminds himself... "That'll work," he nods.
"Well, thank you for your time Mr. DeMuer. It's been a pleasure doing business with you." Leaning forwards and offering a lightly furred hand.
He takes her hand in his own, shaking it firmly and rising when she rises, smiling. "It's been a pleasure doing business with you, Ms. Vordia - I look forward to many more ventures."
"Well, if you happen to run across any markets in need to technological products, be sure to let me know. TRIAD would compensate you well to be a distributor."
"I'll check around in Star's End," he nods. "You never know."
A slow nod, then turning to go. "Have a pleasant night Mr. DeMuer."
He opens the gate for her. "Travel safe."
She pads out into the night, looking both ways down the road before setting off. If he was watching, her manner and demeanor immediately shifted to what you might find on a battlefield soldier, wary and paranoid.
((Adapted from live play with the talented player behind Trystal Vordia - sorry it took so long!))