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Lexicus sat back thinking how best to answer the woman's question. It took a moment of silence to think how best to compose the question. "To answer your question plainly, the company focuses on investing, not only into people but also into facilities and into other growing businesses. As for the company purpose, it seeks to grow it's web of contacts primarily. In the other places it is based out of, Silver Ticket Company has been responsible for aiding in rebuilding towns and also aiding hands in the defense of raids as well as to act as a neutral army in quite a number of wars, or so I have been informed. To limit down what the company is responsible for is hard to do. To achieve growth, Silver Ticket has been known to work with nearly any group, kingdom, or company to gather more of a name for itself. To answer the question involving company ideals, we are a humanitarian effort. Focusing on working with people and attempting to better the quality of life of those involved with our organization as well as for investing the betterment of other communities ravaged by war or disasters. Silver Ticket goes where it is needed, whether it be sending able combat hands to defend civilians in times of war or to send labor and experienced craftsmen to a location to help build infrastructure in a community. Do this appease your question miss?" 

It wasn't untrue, but it wasn't really the whole truth of the matter either. This company works for the betterment of all humanity, even for non humanoid races and even for some non-mortal races as well. It still stands to make it's profit, but not by profiting on the backs of others..in a sense. It was really hard to define the purpose of the company other than for personal reasons that he would refuse to go into with anyone not in his circle of affiliates. For now, Lexicus would try to put on a good front for the company. It was more of making an empire that expanded in multiple directions than simply be defaulted as a 'company'. 

The portion about disasters wasn't wrong either, though the cause of those disasters was again up for question. He wasn't simply working with those in despot, but he tried to maintain the company in a direction where it was the main focus.

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Agamus did little but blink and sip coffee as he listened to the lizard and the man speak to one another in that way that lizardmen and lizardfolk tended to speak to each other, this way and that way, that one and this one, those ones and these ones and this one that cannot do much else but blink and sip coffee. Being a man of his own who had stories to tell from the lands that conjured them, lizardfolk were by no means a mystery. It was no racism on his part that this one’s speech and that one’s tongue was a tad irksome to listen to, a stance backed up by the fact that it wasn’t like all lizardfolk on the planet talked after that fashion. Just as not every human spoke the same way, Agamus was glad to have met certain lizard individuals and groups that spoke about as normal as this human did except when this one’s lips and tongue were too busy taking in coffee to speak. He let speech be waged between the others, and speak they did.

 

The lizardman could say what he wished but beneath his cold exterior were organs as soft as the others. That might have included his brain in more ways than one, subjected to blue and orange morality that it might have been, what with obliviously trudging through the debris of his own deliverance and causing a server to curse at the new mess after she had been working to clean it up. Soon after, soft bodies sat in seats and shared introductions, ‘Jaw Finder’ a name that Agamus wouldn’t soon forget and could appreciate as his own jaw waited to find food. By the time it came, his appetite had been challenged, courtesy of the fat lady who sweats.

 

A moment later and Agamus had a freshly filled mug and a plate full of fill-me-up. Toast, trout, eggs, bacon and a banana. It was breakfast all right, a meal to break one’s fast, until of course second breakfast would come around to break one’s fast all over again. This one, that one and this one, he thought as he pinched bread between his teeth, bit off bacon and pushed a forkful of egg into his mouth. Then the fat one spoke, after her stomach had been speaking through her mouth with nary a table manner from a brain about as oblivious as Jaw Finder’s own when it came to custodial procedures. This was supposed to be a nice, leisurely breakfast, but between This One and Fat One I’m not so sure…

 

Click! Agamus snapped his fingers. Their server appeared by his side out of nowhere. He raised a brow in some surprise, realizing that the girl must have just been tending to something behind him. “Ah, Delita!”

 

“Sir?” She smiled.

 

“Might I trouble you for some music?” Lip-smacking is murder to my ears, as is the idea that our oversized friend might be salting her meal with her own sweat. “I enjoy a bit of melody to keep pace with my bites. Nothing fancy. The radio will do.”

Delita nodded and went to do as bidden. A moment later and music helped to distract at least one patron’s ears from the sloppy something something that at least one other patron called eating.


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A black beady eye stared up at Agamus and it was all he could do to stare back. The head of the trout was still well attached to its body until he decapitated said head with the rhythmic sliding of a knife. The fish was salty—in a good way. Lexicus went on reciting what had basically already been told to his first applicant, though the latter listened on with mild interest anyway as he focused on his meal and the belly that needed it. “Communications company”. That was a new one. Well, I guess, in a way, swords and guns and sword-guns do indeed communicate with one another and whatever sorry soul is on their receiving end. Granted, the Silver Ticket Company was expressly not just about combat and coin and combat but combat certainly appeared to be a primary operation. The outfit had more than two sleeves going for it, or so it seemed, but calling it a communications company at its core seemed like a subtle way of not calling it a private military company at its core. Or...well...whatever. I’m just here to eat.

 

He gulped back coffee as the fat woman gulped back beer, him washing some stubborn toast down his throat and hesitating to wonder what she was washing back. Probably the morsels of her latest gnome that’s been stuck in her throat for five years and then some. With a shudder and a sigh, Agamus chewed on his bacon and his words and sought Lexicus’ gaze with his own. 

 

“You know, you don’t so much speak of a company as you do an enterprise.” He shrugged, trading looks with his counterparts and his breakfast. “Without arguing the semantics, the first is a part of your organization’s name, and the second is a part of your organization’s identity. Your company clearly isn’t willing to settle for anything less than more.” He blinked. “Eh, that too is probably too vague, so let’s put it this way . . . “

 

Trailing off, he set knife and fork down for the moment and leaned back with his coffee to give his employer his attention. “Employee values, competitive wages, complimentary breakfasts.” He gestured toward his own. “Assassins and alchemists, mercenaries and maids, investments and infrastructure, connections and communications. And all of it under the umbrella of humanitarianism—or entitarianism, if we’re speaking broadly of entities whether human or lizard or what have you. And what you have, Mr. Lexicus Thoren, is the foundation for dominion, the likes of which doesn’t sound too different from for-profit businesses who are as much for-power and treat mergers and acquisitions the same way that a band of sellswords treats murders and executions.” 

 

Pausing for as long as it took to bite toast and slurp coffee, he continued. “Though, noble goals or otherwise aside, I guess the bread and butter of what I’m trying to say is that you’re cooking up something far bigger than this one’s meat platter.” He gestured toward the fat lady. “Or else your greatest asset would not be your web of connects and your picks wouldn’t be tapping into so many different ore veins of which, I must ask—why the name “Silver Ticket”?” Looking away while waiting for an answer, Agamus suddenly recalled the last time that he had gone to the theater. ‘Agile and Angry: Weland Drift’. Gods, what a pile of dung that movie was.

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Jaw Finder sat at the table, over hearing the soft bodies talk back and forth about nothing important, at least as far as Jaw Finder was concerned.  This amount of thinking and noise making about something that is so simple otherwise wouldn't go anywhere except for these nests and colonies that soft bodies build where everything grinds to a halt from constant pointlessness. 

eventually food came, alongside some that came for the green chested soft body.  Jaw Finder knew that soft bodies heated things to make food soft like they are, which was just sad, but gave unique scents to taste.  Jaw Finder's tongue was taking the opportunity to taste the smells of the breakfast, extended and hovering over the food and then quickly wrapping around the trout.  The whole fish then shot into Jaw Finder's mouth and was tasted and eaten in a matter of seconds.    The rest of the meal did not fare better as Jaw Finder pretty much inhaled each and every part of the meal as the soft bodies around them went on about semantics.  How ever, despite how quickly jaw Finder was eating, there was remarkably little mess as things were just going quickly from table to mouth.

"soft bodies following of 'ideals' unnecessary burden.  action with instinct and survival yields greater efficiency.  unlike Soft bodies, I does not need to be given 'ideals' only understanding of the identification of 'evils'" Jaw Finder snatched a fly out of the air with their tongue.

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The fat woman was silent as she listened to the other people on the table talking. She was content to gorge her self on the free meal that Silver Ticket man so graciously offered to her. Right now, she would have eaten a full course meant for six people and she had no intention of stopping. Well, until the whole group is finished talking. Then she paused in her eating as she remembered something. Using the front of her sweat-stained shirt, she wiped the crumbs and grease off her pudgy mouth. 

"I only have one request. Can you assure me that your organization will not die?"

Yes, perhaps that would be the only thing left for her to ask. Would the Silver Ticket follow the likes of the Dead? Or the Legion? Or the Cult? Groups with such potential but ultimately disappeared, unable to bear the burden brought about by harsh reality.

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Things had gotten interesting. This 'Agamus' fellow had him figured out in a short amount of time. This was the type of talent he was hunting for in his inner circle, people who didn't just do but also thought. Dangerous assets that could be incredibly valuable in the long term. This man would be shown the true face of the silver ticket company...his company. A wide smile that would befit any snake of sly fox looking at another of it's kind came across Lexicus's face. He would avoid most of Agamus's statements for the time being, not choosing to acknowledge the wisdom of this man. Though it wasn't very hard to piece together, to be bold enough to say it all on first meeting was admirable. 

The question at the end, 'Silver Ticket' the name sake he'd been using for such a long time. "I wish I knew the whole story from my bosses, however, from what I know the company earned the name from it's aid during a natural disaster that it took place in rebuilding and helping to ward off the damages of. I can always put out the word and when I hear about it I shall pass over the story."

Hearing from Jaw Finder set the tone of all he needed to hear. The lizard folk was a worker, someone looking to achieve a goal or ideal of their own, whether that was survival, meals, or simply for sport, he was a simple asset but his gut told him an effective asset. Lexicus took a mental note to take good care of this lizard man. Food, ammo, information, or even getting him better quality tools for the craft of death. It was very obvious that this Jaw Finder would be an asset he could call on for extermination contracts, this would be this man's forte. He didn't waste food, that was for sure, when it came to a kill, he wondered how much of that held true, after all most of the lizard folk he knew made shafts and spears from the bones of the fallen as well as weaved small shield or even small improvements on armor from the carcass of others. They were, at their core, village dwellers and utilitarians.

The large woman had not yet been named either but something had told Lexicus in his gut she was a woman who'd seen rough work, though her body type spoke otherwise. Her question caught him off guard. 'Will the company not die?' It was a bit of an odd question but told him that she'd left from a long running organization. There was a slight, 'get to the point' air of her that started to fill in once her last question came to his ears. It allowed Lexicus to get a better profile of this woman. At first Lexicus wrote her off as a novice or at the very least and amateur. Now, he was rethinking her profile. It was more names to add to his list of people to have checked for information on their history. "The company itself stands tall, and has been for nearly 2 centuries, I do not see our stronger branches and our main head quarters plummeting any time soon."

This was true, even if this branch failed there would be nothing he could not recover. At the worst he would have to keep the company around as a weapons and armor manufacturer and bring in the off world talent to fill in the gaps. Hell, even if a few branches fell, this was still nothing he could not come back from. 

There was a slight silence, Lexicus broke this awkwardness. "The job that you all will be hired to undertake is a caravan duty. I will be leading a cart to territory not far from here, a bit west of Predator's Keep, the series of hills and the small mountains sitting in the crest of where the road leading west towards Chesterfield splits to head south towards Dougton. One of our field agents has sent word for an agreeable location that he believes to be a perfect location for the company's branch in Terrenus. I expect resistance from the usual locals. Bandits looking to score an easy mark, the local hostile wildlife looking for an easy meal, and a few of the local goblin tribes that have been known to raid the areas closer to the hills and along the Day River. And before anyone asks, the pay is 25 silver bars up front per person. Half now, half once the job is finished, and if you are willing to stay and work as standing guards for the construction of the building you will be paid far more for your time. Being that you all seem to put the price on your time as at least a moderate price, save from our scaled one." Lexicus gave a nod to Jaw Finder sitting across from him.

Really the main objective was to send the main group out, his group, to clear out the troublesome road than send the labor from Predator's Keep with Rose as their head to the position and begin the construction of the Silver Ticket's first rendition of the building. Something small and strong until the company began to make more business and then he could expand the building more and more. He was going to at least follow Blu's game and not bring in any materials or items from outside this world to aid..if he did than nothing could save the building from Blu's wrath. His old shop was a clear warning of that. 

 

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Jaw Finder gathered what would be asked of them, protect a soft body migration from 'evils' and predators, then the other soft bodies will be given a lot of silver.  Jaw Finder had no idea why soft bodies were so interested in metals, the harder ones that they could kill with made sense, but the soft ones they always seemed obsessed with.  As far as Jaw Finder was concerned everything about soft bodies was weakness, and that made their abundance so much more mysterious. 

"Soft body nests are interesting, I wants to see nest achieving construction.  protecting migration is a request which is reasonable."  Jaw Finder stands up.  "is soft body migration soon or the current time"  Jaw Finder was ready to just wait for the caravan.

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Beside the table manners of guests like this hard body who swallows trout whole and softer body made of more fat than a million rashers of untrimmed bacon, Agamus crisped a rasher between his teeth and felt himself to suddenly be something of an aristocrat. He had by no means tucked a napkin atop his shirt or layered one in his lap, letting one fork serve the meal instead of a fork for every food, as some had the custom, but he was certainly the type to eat with his mouth closed and refrain from letting grease drip down his chin. 

Silver Ticket. He chewed on the name, hoping indeed that his employer would pass the history along once obtained. What relationship the name had with a natural disaster was quite over Agamus’ head, but of course that tended to be the case more oft than not. He remembered a guild of assassins he once had dealings with—the Potted Cactus. It was an innocent enough name on the surface, a cactus in a pot and such, though it turned out that “Cactus” was the name of a cat who had been the group’s first target. Their contractor had wanted that cat embalmed in a pot for its crimes. To that memory, Agamus snickered, maintaining ceremony by swallowing his egg lest it flake from his mouth while the fat woman asked a fair if fairly off question.

Lexicus was no less vague with his response, keeping adequate grip on the hilt of his tongue. Two centuries was a timeframe to consider, that was for sure. When an organization was around for two hundred years without going the way of the dodo then that usually meant that it had more than one foot keeping it standing. Connections and communications, indeed. And maids and merchants and more, of course. He sipped on that thought and ahhed in relaxation, listening to the job that was finally elaborated on.

At the end of the explanation, Agamus rolled his eyes. “Goblins. Nasty business, goblins.” He clinked his knife against the plate. “I was once ambushed, hogtied and taken to a goblin cave, and by the time I fought my way out, well…” Trailing off, he looked down at his hand. “...Let’s just say that I had to wash myself for two days straight before I felt clean again.” Clearing his throat, he took the last bites from his meal, bar the banana, and sat back with his coffee once more.

“Scout, sentry, escort—I’ve done my share. I’ll do it again...for thirty bars. Halving twenty-five forces me to calculate, and I’m already ever wary of my odds, so may as well make this an even split, no?” He shrugged. “I’ll make us some juice for the road for the pay raise, and sit here waiting for your agreement, though something tells me that waiting is not atop your agenda."

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The being made of muscle and blubber managed to shrug her beefy shoulders at the man's proposition. As long as she does not have to pay for this meeting's meal and still get paid later for her efforts, the excessively buly being sees no problem agreeing with such kind conditions.

"Very well" she mumbled as shr stuffed a two chicken legs into her huge mouth, "I guess I'm in for caravan duty."

Once she has fully gorged on the chicken, she continued talking. "Well, goblins aren't that bad. I've had my fair share tasting them, as companions, as food, in combat and even in bed. Reminds me of the old days back in the Legion where there are scores of these little fuckers...."

Then she chuckled which was halted by a bone stuck in her throat and she had to wheeze and cough and pounding on her chest. The act itself might have offended a couple of patrons within the tavern as one can discern from the rather disgusted looks on their faces.

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Lexicus had looked over the table at those who'd showed up for his position one more time. Jaw Finder, he'd pegged this lizard as a 'runner' a man who'd run jobs without fail, Agamus, someone to bring into the inner circle once his evaluation period was over with the company, and this large woman who he'd never asked the name of was still a mystery but from the way she talked, was clearly talent with decent experience.

Lexicus would wait for everyone to finish before he'd speak. "Thirty bars is no big deal, after all, I had made a nod towards you all valuing your time. Speaking of, to answer your curiosities, I'd like to leave as early as we can. My employers would like to have this place built as soon as we are able so the branch can be ready for inspection, proper staffing, and an evaluation of the surrounding terrain and of how best to use the assets the area provides. From our field scout, the report so far is that the area is rich in iron and possible that it could hold a yield of other metals, however the capacity of that is unknown." 

Lexicus would drink more of his weak ale, tipping the bottle back until there was nothing left. "So I do wish to keep upon schedule. I would like to leave by at least mid day as the roads will be populated by other travelers and such, leaving the risk of attack lower than normal. If all of you manage to be ready within," Lexicus took a moment to look out the window and see how the sun was moving, "the next four hours, that would mean we would be able to leave ahead of usual. It would also give any last minute stragglers a chance to get in."

Lexicus slid back in the chair, giving a loud 'Skeert' as the chair slid along the wood. "If anyone has any closing remarks or any concerns, issues, or queries, now would be the time to voice them, if not than meet me back here once you have readied yourselves and we will set off in at least two hours and no later than four." The blonde merchant rose from his seat, ready to go from this place. He would have to set his equipment once more to be ready for the trip and to double check his supplies to make preparations for 3 people on this job. Originally he'd prepared for only one or two people to show, not 3 and 3/4ths. 

Lexicus changed his stance by holding his arms behind his back, letting his breastplate protrude forwards. "I must make final preparations and run a few errands around this town which I will be making after a fair amount of time without any more potential job seekers showing up. If I am not here I shall be back shortly. You are all dismissed unless you have further business." 

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