“Hail, friend,” Cain waved, both hands raised to show he meant no harm, “Fine day, no?”
Yes, it was boredom that he could use as leverage, boredom that allowed a boss who really had nothing better to do to turn his eyes upon the newcomer. Beady eyes flickered over Cain’s destitute adventurers’ gear, then went up to the pure white hat worn by the man, before those fat fingers tapped against a gem-encrusted walking stick. “Indeed it is,” the man replied, “But even an idiot can tell that we’re all busy here. What do you want, kid? A job?”
“Oh, no, I’m not here for that. Not exactly, at least.”
“Then out with it.” The merchant’s leathery face crinkled. “You’re with those Rangers, aren’t you? Gonna ask us politely to leave when we’re doing nothing wrong?”
Cain smiled. “Well…”
“Hah! Tell those tree-huggers to stuff it. Money makes the world go round, and we all have families to take care of. Don’t got time for their nature-loving sermons!”
“…I’m not here for that.” Cain shrug, calculated indifference as he aligned himself with the merchant’s views, “Adventurers also love the glitter of gold, after all. I’m here to launch a proposal instead, one that would be incredibly advantageous to you.”
That shut the man up real fast, greed flickering in his eyes once more. Leaning in, he grinned, revealing two gold teeth. “Oh? What’s your story, boy?”
“I’m Cain Darlite, actually, a travelling muse with a variety of…other talents.” A pause. “And you, sir?”
“Hector Malta, Owner of Malta Mining.” No hand was offered to shake, but there wasn’t any particular snobbery in that. The man simply didn’t see an adventurer as someone worthy of being a partner yet.
“Truly a pleasure, Master Malta,” Cain dipped his head, removing his hat as he did so. “Now then, to business, shall we? You must be a gentleman of great knowledge and connections, so you surely must be aware of the others who have come to this grand forest in search of gold?”
“Naturally. A motley crowd of ruffians and imbeciles, the lot of them.” A derisive snort.
“And yet, these individuals outnumber your own company by quite a lot, don’t you think?”
“Doesn’t matter, Cain. My guards are more than prepared to smack them aside if they get uppity with my business.”
“Ah, but it does. The problem here, you see, lies in the amount of manpower that these groups have. Whereas you are confined to areas that admittedly have a higher concentration of gold than normal, the amount of workers you have available simply cannot compete with the number of peasants that have come here, searching for that same gold.”
“Please, as if t-”
“They don’t need to find gold to obstruct your own ability to get at it. You’ve seen their own methods, right? Haphazardly breaking apart the terrain, scattering dirt every which direction? Dislodging the gold until a fine layer is buried under mounds of rubbish?” Cain shook his head. “Their own inexperience serves simply to obstruct your own ability to uncover this gold dust, and their greater numbers, well…”
“What are you getting at here? I’m not going to waste my time hiring and then training a bunch of nobodies just so they don’t screw over my own chances at getting to the gold.” Hector’s eyes narrowed, his ringed fingers tapping a little more rapidly, agitated. “Hell, sounds like they’re the ones destroying the land. Shouldn’t you be driving those folks out, instead of bothering people who know what they’re doing?”
“No, this is where three different ends meet, friend!” The midnight-haired muse grinned, infectious excitement flickering. “The Hunters want all this gold to be cleaned up and for everyone to leave. The peasants want to get any amount of gold possible. And you, you look like an important individual whose time is more precious than the amount of gold you’re currently amassing, no?”
“Just spit it out, kid.”
“Sure sure, it’s simple. Work together with the peasants and the Hunters. You bolster your numbers immensely, the gathering speed for the gold increases dramatically, and the Hunters will work to protect you all from more…criminal individuals within the forest. Doesn’t that sound about right, Master Malta?”
“Please, you think I have time to do all the accounting necessary for this? And don’t even get me started on those rotten little beggars just running off with the gold they collected using my techniques!”
“Which is why all the gold collected will be amassed in a single location, guarded by a Paladin of Tyl until all of this aureate dust is gathered.”
“And how will you know when that’s happened, Adventurer?”
“Divine insight,” Cain replied, “We ARE champions of the Elysid, after all.”
“Right…” Doubtful, but still interested, the boss continued, “And, what? What happens to the gold?”
“It’s split up, naturally. Evenly be-”
“What sort of terrible idea is that? Gods above, and I thought y-”
“Shhhhh,” Cain pressed a finger against the man’s lips. “Not done yet. It’s split evenly between all those who work, but in consideration to the fact that your own men are already being paid by you, naturally, that means that you’re the one who’s getting their share of the gold now, right?”
“Then…”
Cain closed the distance, slinging an arm over the man’s shoulders in a friendly manner. Whispering conspiratorially, he said, “See how it is? While everyone else only gets scraps of gold…”
“…I get the motherlode.”
“Not bad, right? With increased numbers, the job is finished quickly. With the protection of the Hunters, you won’t have to worry about bandits. And with our influence, you’ll be walking out of this as the one who benefited the most, Master Malta.”
The man laughed. “Suppose I misjudged you, Cain Darlite. Though the gold I’ve already collected from this forest is mine to keep?”
The smile remained on Cain’s face. “Naturally, sir. Just wrap up your operation for today and come morning, I’ll personally introduce you to your new crew.”
“Sounds brilliant,” Hector beamed, slapping the taller man on the back, before hollering at his employees, “Alright, you sorry lot! Wrap it up and get some rest! We’re going all out tomorrow!”