She uses her skills in persuasion to talk about the ongoing profitability of the land. "You're right. It isn't worth the asking price today. But soon, it'll be worth more, far more. If you buy it for 1000 now, you'll be selling it for 2000 in a few years." She smiles at him. "You're an intelligent and successful man, and men like that look to the future, they don't stay rooted in the present."
The Lord strokes his Chin and leans back, contemplating what She said. "If You can guerantee that It has profitable Harvest I will Buy it for 900 Gold Dragons..."
"You have my guarantee, lord, but the family would be so much better off with the full thousand." She smiles. "I can't convince you to pay the full amount?"
"You are a tough negotiator My Lady. Very well I will Buy it for 1000 Gold Dragons. But I hope I will not regret this." He raises his Cup.
"I ensure you that you won't, lord. With me as administrator, that land will meet its full potential." She raises her own cup, clinking it against his and rewarding him with a beautiful smile.
He smiles back and takes a sip before snapping his Fingers. A Male Elv servant comes in, carrying a Small Chest in both Hands. He looks at neither Her nor the Lord. She notices that He has several bruises on his Arms and one in his Face. He puts The Chest before her and opens it, revealing 1000 shiny, golden Dragoncoins. "I hope it's to Your liking" Lord Amon says.
He musters her while swirling The Cup in his Hand. "Its a considerable amount of income for The Likes of You. You Have already already a Idea what to do with it?"
"I own several Properties in The Capitol. Farmsteads, Houses, Beer Production. Perhaps something that could be worth to look into?"
"Perhaps it would be preferable If You accompany To The Capitol and lay eyes on My Properties Personaly?"
She looks at him, smiling coyly. "The capital? That would be a great honour, lord, but I wouldn't want to impose on your generosity."
"Oh by all means, Your Company is quiet enjoyable and its quiet The Journey to The Capitol, so I wouldnt turn down Company. My Servant is not the most talkative Person either. But what can You expect from a Filthy Elv?"
She ignores the casual racism, trying to focus on the wealth she can get by being on his good side. "In that case, I would love to accompany you. When do you leave?"
"Its settled then. I meet with a Local Lord first about some other business and was planning on returning Home tomorrow at Midday. Would that give You enough Time to pack some things My Lady?"
