Editing Red Sword Calls-FB Posts (section)

===5245-Lop and Palace Commons===

Looking around the vast empty space, the plain looking man in brown and gray, his hair in red and yellow, turns to the foppish man in green and asks.

“50, 000 square feet in the main building and another 100, 000 in the surrounding ones..that’s a lot of space even for the industrial district of Amber.”

The plain but well-dressed man wandered about looking in among the rafters of the gigantic empty space.

The foppish realtor responded, “Yes, and you could triple the space in here with clever construction. 150k of ground level and another 300k if you have a clever contractor. The question is, Sir, can you afford it?”

The man settled on a barrel top and lit a pipe. “The civic consortium paperwork is in order I assume? Mine will not be an underground place like Thin Whip’s”

The fop nodded his head vigorously. “Yes.. the usual…fees have been paid.. ah.. you have some connection with the Royal family I assume. Certain barriers were paper thin."

“Bribes you mean. Bribes. Good dragon gold I spent on bribes. I have paid the appropriate bribes to the Civic Consortium, to the Mayor’s assistant, to the director of the planning commission, and to the Harbor Master for some reason I don’t understand”

“Well, the harbor master oversees the..”

“SILENCE!!! I care not a fuck. Have I paid off everyone or do I need to go ask King Random who else I need to pay off to buy land in the City of Amber?”

The foppish man pales at the thought of his personal funds being audited by the crown and by its merciless men. “No Sire, All the papers are in order and more. Several invitations have been extended as a courtesy to such a large investment in land and manpower”

Laughing he tosses a bag to the over fed functionary.

“Then that’s the last bit.. For you. The rest is at the Bank of Amber. Leave..I have work to do”

The fop weighs the heavy bag of shadow’s gold and bows out..

Pulling cards from his belt her draws one and opens it. “Fort, It’s done, I think, Hard to tell this far north. Come ahead”

A thin man in fox browns and blue steps into the room through the trump. Looking about the gigantic room with a critical eye.

“Well, Lop, the dimensions seem right. We can get the crew in tonight and start building. The stuff is staged. These cards seem to work.. Whoever gave them to you knows his stuff.”

Nodding, Lop examines the card, “Yes, masterworks.. They got us this far from York..Who would have guessed?… Still. It cost.. No sense complaining now. Get Guinness and Ox and some of the boys out there to get a sense of this place. There is a lot to learn.”

Fort nods, pulling cards from his belt. “Hey. Ya. Lop has the place.. Get Barlo and Trevout and Vomil ready to bring stuff through. The boss wants you to start hunting the dens of this place”

Closing the trump Fort looks over at his friend, “Ascorbic is about ready at his end. It will be quite a place. For all of us. “

Lop walks a bit away, looking up into the rafters, seeing the building as it will be. “Yes.. For all of us, here…In Amber, Finally”