Itami Castle

"Well met. Thace, I come from Katashima, so I'm not particularly familiar with all the countries on the mainland. What was it like? If you don't mind me asking." Shintaro asked about Orocles' homeland as Exim Kun brought him his drink. He took a drink of Whine while listening to any description Orocles may give.

He'd then move on to the matter of the Thacian people and warriors. "Sounds excellent. I will accept your fighters and your people. Many of my own men were wet still wet behind the ears when I first led them to battle, but now after months of training they are becoming an elite force. Your warriors shall be used to their strengths and be integrated into the army, and I offer you the position to continue leading them as an officer, if that is something you'd like. As for your settlers, they may choose to build in any of the vacant spots inside if they are trade and craftsmen or outside of the city if they wish to work the fertile land around here. Soon we'll begin to build more forts and guard positions so that even those who live out in the farmlands can be quickly assisted by our soldiers."

"Report!" A guard enters and takes a knee. "Representatives of the Land-Tiller's State have arrived. Asthor is here as well."

"Well, that sounds just perfect, don't have to send for him then. I didn't expect anyone from there coming here, Bring Asthor and the Land-Tiller party." Shintaro turns to Orocles, "You may stay for this conversation as well, is there anything else you wish to bring up before the others arrive?"

"Really, you must dress properly for these sort of things, but you are forgiven. This man is Orocles, he just arrived with new settlers and shock troops to bolster our army." He waited for everyone else to come in so that introductions could be given all around.

"Thace was a land surrounded by people who considered themselves 'intellectuals'. However, they mostly kept to themselves and did not bother us to much; in fact, we supplied them with mercenaries. It was not a whole nation, but rather a collection of various tribes and small kingdoms. This is what led to our downfall, when the horse-lords came and destroyed my homeland."

"My people are craftsmen, and they would like to integrate into the community you have already established. I will, however, find a good spot where the Thacians can gather, and in times of war you can count on me and my men."

"And please, I will see my way out; that is all I have for today. I must return to my people and rest."

If Shintaro had nothing else, Orocles would exit the room once he was introduced to Asthor. Orocles nodded at @Asthor "Sneak" and said "perhaps we will see each other again."

,exit.

(( From now on, meetings will be in the Meeting Hall thread which I just made.))

"Now long do I have to wait?" Osma stomped her foot, which echoed throughout the main hall. She faced another stupid guard, who had told her this Warlord Nishida person was in an meeting.

"I have a shop to set up you know. With a Warlord preseding you know there is bound to be a need for me . I thought the goal was peace in this new "great" kingdom..."

Who was this batheing spa attendant? He did not look like man in power in his robe and he gave himself no title.

Despite how common he looked, there was an air of authority about him that challenged her to challenged him. Who could out noble who?

This, of course, would be unwise. Osma needed a place to live and she needed friends in that place. The more powerful, the better. She was vain, but not wholly stupid.

"My name is Osma Gaiman." She lowered her chin and softly lowered at the knee to show respect. But not too much respect, she was, after all, from a long line of noble healers and midwives. It was one of THE highest prefessions from her origin kingdom.

"I am a midwife and healer. The only one you have so far, or some I am told. I wanted to let you know that I am setting up shop in the market place, but I can travel. When-"

Opps.

" Ifyou give me women, I can also train them. I have an assisant, but well... I'll just say that he likes to eat 'shrooms."

Finally! Someone in this place who understood the importance of her. He was the first person to have the appropriate level of respect for her trade. The first to offer a proper drink and the first to command the servants as they desired to be command.

For certainly the poor needed the guidence of the rich.

"Wine would be lovely." Her head did not turn towards this Kun-san (she failed to realize that "san" was a show of respect), but the volume and tone of her voice was aimed towards the servant. "An oaky Red."

It was the only proper wine.

Her eyes stayed on Shintaro. "So you are the great leader of our new kingdom. Is kingdom the proper term?"

It seemed like a lot of trouble, starting a land, for not putting oneself as the royal ruler. He was making no claim that God and or Goddess had chosen him and his bloodline. How curious.

Osma had never meet a noble who did not think themselves destine of ultimate power, save herself. Oddly enough, being top dog was not what she wanted. Yet, even to her doing all the work it must take to put together a nation with no plan to pass it on to your children, why, that just seemed....seemed...what was the word for it?

Her pondering was interrupted by his comment on her features and she smiled a winning smile that had often gotten her, her way. "Oh, I hail from the Queendom of Gaiman."

She followed him to the alcove and set upon the some cushions with her back to the sun. The light shone through her hair, illuminating the dark chestnut with an untoned of auburn. She sat very prettily and very stiffly upon the seat. It had taken ages for her governess and tutors to train her how to sit proper. Now it came as a force of habit.

"It's a quinte island queendom, not unlike the flora and fauna here. My family can trace our bloodline back to the third daughter of the First Queen. Which is why our surname is Gaiman. There, the women hold the titles and property and pass along their surnames. I believe they thought about changing the country man to Gaiwoman, but never did. I'm not sure why." History. BORING.

She took the wine that was handed to her. Servants really ought to serve their betters by placing objects on a platter so that their hands didn't have to touch. She brought the goblet to her nose and inhaled, then watched the legs of the wine drip as she lightly squished it about the wood. It was hard to see the thickness of the wine's legs when it wasn't through glass. She canted her head before drinking very artfully from the goblet.

The best she had so far since running away from home.

What reason did he leave Katshoema, or whereever he said he was from? If she knew how to say it or if she knew whether he was the forgiving or the beheading kind of ruler, she would have asked him about it.

"Your...Army Commander, Orocles, has offered men to help build my shop. I suppose it would be a hospital. At least eventually. Women to train for doctors would be a great help. When can you assign some to me? Would you prefer a people's hospital in the market place or a private one here? Building hospitals are so expensive..."

He respected women in power. GOOD. Everyone should respect those in power, regardless of gender.

Has much as she rather not handle the poor, especially the ill ones, she supposed that a public hospital was best for the whole of the country. "The market place, I should think. Since I am the only healer you have." She wasn't bound to let her importance go un-reminded. "I will, of course, make castle calls when needed." Before she could ask about his needs, he mentioned care of his eye. She thought of a dozen ways in which to treat it, depending upon what was wrong. She had steel trap of a mind for aliments and treatments. Shame it didn't translate well in other areas of recollection.

She hated to wait until tomorrow. She hated to wait for anything. "Tomorrow will be sufficient." I guess. "We never used magic in Gaiman. Our men were strong enough to build things themselves." OH SNAP! "But if you rather use the Druids, then by all means." She gave a dismissive wave with her hand. The toggles on her cuff ties swung in the air.

"I suppose it is late." She sighed, loudly. " It was such a long journey to get here. I do hope the tent I am staying in will be safe. Do you think it will, be safe? For a lady like me?" Long lashes curled towards her thick eyebrows. A light pink blushing made her creamy cheeks look alive. Come on girls, she thought to her breasts. Get momma a soft bed to sleep solo in.

She forgot about the cloak around her shoulders and wondered why Shintaro's eyes hadn't lowered to her chest yet. With a loud rustle of fabric, she moved her arm "to lean back", exposing the dress and the shape of her form underneath.