Aedie

Aedie nee Aenid
Status	Active
Race	Human
Gender	Female
Guild	Cleric
Instance	undisclosed

Aedie nee Aenid

Aenid was a wild halfling moon mage. She joined the nomads and fled into the world to experiment with wild magic.

It is unclear what happened, but Aenid is no more. She has partially reincarnated as Aedie, the Human cleric.

Possessing only some of Aenid's memories, and a penchant for trouble, Aedie has devoted herself to the Immortal Meraud.

Aedie and Zincir discuss "the Market"

You say, "Where’s Mirarva? She's always liken glued ter yer side."

Zincir says to you, "I believe she's at an investor meeting."

You nod.

Zincir pushes his glasses up the bridge of his nose.

Zincir says, "We have several joint ventures, of course, but it's important to diversify."

Zincir seems to relax as he continues to play a quiet fantasia on his copper zills.

You nod.

Zincir says, "Mitigates overall risk for the enterprise."

You say, "Ah, like when birds head to warmer weather."

Zincir finishes playing a quiet fantasia on his copper zills.

You nod.

Zincir begins a quiet fantasia on his copper zills with only the slightest hint of difficulty.

Zincir ponders.

Zincir slowly says, "I suppose..."

You ask, "Ser yer resk migrates for a prize. That's kinda cool. What der yer wen?"

Zincir stops playing his song.

Zincir brightly exclaims, "Profit!"

Zincir chuckles.

Zincir takes off a pair of platinum-rimmed reading glasses attached to a slender platinum chain.

Zincir gently buffs his glasses.

You exclaim, "Oh! Like a powerful cleric weth the vesions!"

Zincir holds his glasses at arm's length and peers through the lens.

You nod.

Zincir squints.

Zincir blinks.

Zincir puts on a pair of platinum-rimmed reading glasses attached to a slender platinum chain.

Zincir pushes his glasses up the bridge of his nose.

Zincir ponders.

You say, "I thenk mern mages make more prophets ther."

Zincir exclaims, "Oh... I see!"

Zincir chuckles.

Zincir exclaims, "Very clever wordplay!"

Zincir gives you a captivating smile.

You blink.

Xavorus roots around the area for a moment.

Xavorus forages around the area.

You ask, "Have yer had a mern mage tell yer the future ser yer buy the right stuffs now for later?"

You say, "Tha' might be ellegal."

Zincir wryly says, "If I could only *find* a moon mage with a keen foresight for commodities..."

You blink.

Zincir says, "But, you know, Mirarva and I explore ventures independently, as well as our joint operations. It allows us to enter new markets and develop specific expertise, which helps us overall."

You nod.

You say to Zincir, "Did yer ger ter schoolen ter learn all thes? Yer mighty smert."

Zincir says, "Then we take those returns, run them through the umbrella organization, an assortment of trusts and subsidiaries, to manage tax exposure, and put away for the future."

You nod to Zincir.

(Aedie clearly has no idea what that all means.)

Zincir says, "It's also why we keep separate citizenship... it helps with interprovincial exchanges, and allows domestic status in a broader footprint. Really helps with import expenses."

Zincir chuckles.

Zincir nods.

You blink.

You say, "Obviously."

Zincir exclaims, "Well, this is fun! I had no idea you were so interested in the markets!"

Zincir beams at you! What a warm feeling!

You gasp in terrified panic, trembling and flailing your arms about!

You say, "Of cerse."

You break into a sweat.

Zincir happily asks you, "Tell me about your portfolio. What's your strategy?"

You say, "I got enter furs... durren a bear market... ana... I got a package deal."

You nod.

Zincir exclaims, "Oh, very nice! Lots of people are not willing to play the short. Shows daring!"

Zincir grins at you.

You nod.

You say, "I've been told I'm short."

You preen!

Zincir chuckles.

You get a small mouse snare woven out of sanrisi twigs from inside your black backpack.

You offer your mouse snare to Zincir, who has 30 seconds to accept the offer. Type CANCEL to prematurely cancel the offer.

Zincir says, "What sort of ROI are you seeing? Maybe we should look at going in jointly."

Zincir grins.

Zincir raises an eyebrow.

Zincir has accepted your offer and is now holding a small mouse snare woven out of sanrisi twigs.

Zincir begins to carefully examine a small mouse snare woven out of sanrisi twigs.

You exclaim, "Oh, I haven about 60 rois an anlas!"

Zincir pokes at his mouse snare, causing it to snap shut on his finger. Ouch, that looked like it hurt!

Zincir blinks.

Zincir chuckles.

You preen!

Zincir asks you, "I understand... a bit forward to ask for the "secret sauce," hmm?"

Zincir offers you a small mouse snare woven out of sanrisi twigs. Enter ACCEPT to accept the offer or DECLINE to decline it. The offer will expire in 30 seconds.

You say, "A lot of dirt mostly. I don't wanna spend my coins on other stuff."

You accept Zincir's offer and are now holding a small mouse snare woven out of sanrisi twigs.

You put your snare in your black backpack.

Zincir exclaims, "Ah, real estate... a very sound investment!"

You say, "Yeppers, everything I have is real."

Zincir asks, "Do you focus on commercial or residential?"

You ponder.

You say, "A lettle of thes, anna lettle of tha I guess."

Zincir nods.

You say to Zincir, "Yer a very clever fellow."

Zincir exclaims, "Very impressive indeed! Most folks aren't ready to straddle those complexities... You may have missed your calling amongst the Traders!"

Zincir chuckles.

You ponder.

You say, "I would have ter consult me board to make a change."

You nod.

You move slightly to the right, hoping to find a better foraging spot.

You manage to find an oak branch.

Zincir slowly empties his lungs.

(Aedie has a quiet conversation with her lumber.)

Zincir says, "Oof... you don't have to tell me... getting the board behind you can be an absolute bear! Honestly, it's enough reason to stay only in privately owned."

You nod.

You drop an oak branch in a marble statue of an elegant Elven woman carrying a shallow basin in her arms.

Zincir quietly says to you, "It's part of the reason I try to put Mirarva on most of my boards... good to have an extra on your side..."

Zincir chuckles.

Zincir exclaims, "Until we disagree, then I have quite the challenge indeed!"

You nod to Zincir.

(Aedie checks her sides)

Zincir gets an elegant diamond-hide almanac bearing a platinum Estate Holder's crest from inside his brown backpack.

Zincir studies his diamond-hide almanac closely.

Zincir puts his almanac in his brown backpack.

Zincir thoughtfully says, "Wait..."

Time drags on by...

Zincir asks you, "You said you're focused on real estate, but you also said you short on the bears... Is there something you've heard?"

You nod.

You say, "I hear lots of things."

Zincir raises an eyebrow in your direction.

Zincir squints at you.

You say, "It's a jungle out there, and I like to keep an ear open for danger."

You break into a sweat.

Zincir says to you, "Let's catch up somewhere a bit more private.... I'd like to hear more on this."

You say, "No, that's really ok."

Zincir quietly says to you, "If you have seen something, I'm sure we could work out a mutually beneficial venture..."

You say, "Oh, no thank you, I don't need a venture. I can barely juggle what I have as it is."

Zincir says, "I'll be back in a bit, but let's keep talking. I'm very curious about this..."

"I'm afraid It's all gonna come crashing down, I'm so overburdened.

You say, "I'm afraid It's all gonna come crashing down, I'm so overburdened."

You break into a sweat.

Zeklin roots around the area for a moment.

Zeklin forages around the area.

Zincir frets.

You wave to Zincir.

Zincir sympathetically says to you, "Oh yes, I know what it's like to be overleveraged..."

Zincir says, "We'll catch up later."

Smoke Master Zincir wanders out.

You sigh.