Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-28667390-20160607034822/@comment-25127382-20160611001203

Victor was sitting on his Understone Keep throne with more than a dozen men in front of him. He only dealt with military personnel or very important political figures, the rest was handled by Valerie. At the moment, he was talking to Sayed and a few of the Valkyries.

"General Sayed, what are the number of our current military forces?"

"Milord. Current statistics suggest that 43% of the men in Markarth, and 29% of the men in the hold are soldiers. With women the statistics are 35% in Markarth and 23% hold-wide. Miners, farmers, soldiers and merchants are most of the jobs available in the Reach."

"So in other words, we have plenty of soldiers. Good. I would ideally not have to make use of untrained conscripts. Anything else?"

"Sungard has been taken, and according to the field commander in charge, the Forsworn couldn't land a single arrow on our mobile company."

"Good. Tell the company to hunker down, and send them more supplies with which to protect the fort."

"Milord!" Valerie expressed as she barged in on the meeting. "Urgent business."

"Very well. Sayed, dismissed. So what is it, Valerie?"

"A request of trade from the lord of Solitude. He is offering a pound of salmon per ten septims."

"Seems reasonable given Skyrim's political circumstances. We have plenty of men, plenty of metal, but in times of war, sources dwindle and resources tend to become scarce, so getting food from wherever possible is wise. A city in despair and an army on the march both die if left malnourished."

"And mutual trade strengthens political bonds. Very well, milord. I shall send the letter of acceptance immediately."

"You do that,"

(Trade accepted.)