The Restoration of Erihal [GAME START]

The commissioner was quite taken aback by the grubby-looking nomad grabbing the papers from his hands. He recoiled and took out a handkerchief to wipe his forhead. Addressing Duril, he said,

"Ah, letter, letter, let me see, must be somewhere around here..."

And rummaged some more on his desk. Finding it, he held it up triumphantly before pulling back, eyeing Jow and making sure to keep it out of his reach.

"Mister... Agrenalder, yes. Says here that, oh dear, banking, provide resources and money, hm hm."

He wipes his forehead again.

"Unfortunately, coin is rather short in the city's banks. Blasted imperials taking all our silver. Well, we'll show them when we resettle, right? Regardless, I can't exactly give you any cash, so what I'll do is write a promissory note from the city treasury and the University can pay us back."

Redwyne seemed to have a paper for everything, because before Duril knew it, he'd been handed a tightly written rectangle of paper promising the bearer a large sum, in the name of the Sylennan Royal Treasury.

"That should get you any 'specialist equipment', as the letter promises. Oh, and if you need extra goods from the storehouses, please let the quartermaster know and we'll take it from your university funding."

Satisfied that he'd handled that matter, he turned to the rest of the motley vagabonds.

"Ah, good, thank you for the introductions, but once you choose a leader I'll need that back," he says, glaring at Jow. "Need a record on paper to register your claim so that you don't clash inadvertedly with other settlers."