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The last few months had been stressful for Janob Gornislab, on top of everything else he was working with the Resistance movement. The garrison had increased and things had been tightened up. He had been questioned a couple of times as had a couple of his children, though fortunately they had been inquiring about people unrelated to him or the Plan so far. He had prepared a few stories ahead of time in case the need arose in any case. Despite the extra work and the danger, Janob took satisfaction in knowing that he was doing something which should hopefully.

He had three jobs as far as the Resistance Movement went. The first was moving about guns and powder. The Dark Elves arranged that a fair supply of the stuff was smuggled into Daagsgrad. About half of it came in with the regular merchant traffic while other stuff was given to fishing ships at night and unloaded in villages. He had a cart for making deliveries and he could get packages to their hiding spots. The second job was in recruiting, finding among the people around him those who would could be of use to the rebellion and in what role they could serve. The Rebellion would need plenty of fighting men, but most of them would be kept on the outside of the organization. They needed to know how to use guns and be prepared to fight when the time came, but anything else was a liability. Still, there were a few which could be of further use. The third job was gathering information, keeping track of things. Since he knew a large number of people this was easy enough.

He was quite shocked when one day he got a visit from the Infrastructural government, even if he was doing some of his official legitimate business. They sent a Bureaucrat with two Enforcers, one of which stood guard outside and the other went in. Most of the Committee's pets did not bother him and he was good at keeping them away by giving them service with a scowl and taking his sweet time with their orders, enough to deture them from bothering him and enough to keep him out of trouble with the authorities. But these were the Authorities (at least for the time being) and could not be as easily brushed aside.

The Bureaucrat was somewhat reassuring, she was a woman with red hair. As was the general case with anything Infrastructural, Janob hated Bureaucrats. The good noble families of Daagsgrad were stripped of their rightful seats of power, which their families had earned through trade or by the sword. In their place were these pitiful clerks clad in coal grey who got their office by writing down the prettiest load about how great Infrastructure was. They did not dress properly, a lord should wear brightly colored and ornate clothes to show his high station. They dealt too much with papers. The fact that most of them were female irked him to no end. In Janob's mind it was a madness. Women were not fit to rule and lead, the gods made them bear children and to serve and obey. Enforcers were just as bad, they enforced the insane laws of Infrastructure. A fair number of them were the up jumped slaves the Committee had freed and who liked to remind their proper masters that Committee said they were not slaves anymore and that anyone who owned a slave was a vile demon. Others were imported peasants from the south. But worst of all was the small number of freeborn Daagsgraders who spat on everything their fathers had done for them for a blue uniform and the right to be bossy. Even so, he fought down his loathing and wiped his hand on a cloth. Their time would come, but not today.

"Why have you come. Bureaucrat." He asked with forced politeness.

"Janob Gornislab, as you are aware that in light of Drow aggression the Central Committee has ordered additional soldiers to be deployed secure our coastlines against enemy invasion." He voice was fairly calm and mild, not a billowing voice with the absolute certainty of command that even a highborn lady could muster.

"Indeed." He was nervous about this fact, but even so the Dark Elves were feared across the world for their skills in arms and an attack from the rear would keep them off guard.

"To keep this force well provisioned, I am here to place an order. Salt Pork, Salt Beef and Salt Mutton, as much as can be provided, payment shall be 3 credits and five decicredits per kilogram and a kilogram of salt for every ten kilos of meat delivered. Smoked garlic sausages shall be bought at similar rates."

Janob was surprised "Don't your lot have their own meatmen in Dalatyr?" He had never known the Army to buy meat from regular butchers. They simply had their own men make a mess of the job of animals they took in taxes or fed them that vile cannisterized shit..

"We do, but our demands are higher than usual. Do I have your agreement in this?"

For a few seconds Janob considered the offer. On the one hand, this was aiding the enemy. On the other hand, they would get suspicious if he refused the contract. That might end up with him being watched too closely or with him or one of his sons being questioned. He considered putting something into that meat, but that could get him caught as well. The payment was in those damned credits, which would be good for only ballast and bum-paper after the Drow went through. Even so, there were things he could buy with it for the moment. Both for himself and for the resistance. And so, he made his decision.

"I will."

"Very good." She produced a paper contract from her folder and a pen from her pocket. He signed it and returned the paper and pen to her.

"Pleasure doing business with you." She said as she and her guard walked out the door. As the door shut behind him, he spat. Their time would come, but in the meantime he had work to do.

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The last few months had been stressful for Janob Gornislab, on top of everything else he was working with the Resistance movement. The garrison had increased and things had been tightened up. He had been questioned a couple of times as had a couple of his children, though fortunately they had been inquiring about people unrelated to him or the Plan so far. He had prepared a few stories ahead of time in case the need arose in any case. Despite the extra work and the danger, Janob took satisfaction in knowing that he was doing something which should hopefully.

He had three jobs as far as the Resistance Movement went. The first was moving about guns and powder. The Dark Elves arranged that a fair supply of the stuff was smuggled into Daagsgrad. About half of it came in with the regular merchant traffic while other stuff was given to fishing ships at night and unloaded in villages. He had a cart for making deliveries and he could get packages to their hiding spots. The second job was in recruiting, finding among the people around him those who would could be of use to the rebellion and in what role they could serve. The Rebellion would need plenty of fighting men, but most of them would be kept on the outside of the organization. They needed to know how to use guns and be prepared to fight when the time came, but anything else was a liability. Still, there were a few which could be of further use. The third job was gathering information, keeping track of things. Since he knew a large number of people this was easy enough.

He was quite shocked when one day he got a visit from the Infrastructural government, even if he was doing some of his official legitimate business. They sent a Bureaucrat with two Enforcers, one of which stood guard outside and the other went in. Most of the Committee's pets did not bother him and he was good at keeping them away by giving them service with a scowl and taking his sweet time with their orders, enough to deture them from bothering him and enough to keep him out of trouble with the authorities. But these were the Authorities (at least for the time being) and could not be as easily brushed aside.

The Bureaucrat was somewhat reassuring, she was a woman with red hair. As was the general case with anything Infrastructural, Janob hated Bureaucrats. The good noble families of Daagsgrad were stripped of their rightful seats of power, which their families had earned through trade or by the sword. In their place were these pitiful clerks clad in coal grey who got their office by writing down the prettiest load about how great Infrastructure was. They did not dress properly, a lord should wear brightly colored and ornate clothes to show his high station. They dealt too much with papers. The fact that most of them were female irked him to no end. In Janob's mind it was a madness. Women were not fit to rule and lead, the gods made them bear children and to serve and obey. Enforcers were just as bad, they enforced the insane laws of Infrastructure. A fair number of them were the up jumped slaves the Committee had freed and who liked to remind their proper masters that Committee said they were not slaves anymore and that anyone who owned a slave was a vile demon. Others were imported peasants from the south. But worst of all was the small number of freeborn Daagsgraders who spat on everything their fathers had done for them for a blue uniform and the right to be bossy. Even so, he fought down his loathing and wiped his hand on a cloth. Their time would come, but not today.

"Why have you come. Bureaucrat." He asked with forced politeness.

"Janob Gornislab, as you are aware that in light of Drow aggression the Central Committee has ordered additional soldiers to be deployed secure our coastlines against enemy invasion." He voice was fairly calm and mild, not a billowing voice with the absolute certainty of command that even a highborn lady could muster.

"Indeed." He was nervous about this fact, but even so the Dark Elves were feared across the world for their skills in arms and an attack from the rear would keep them off guard.

"To keep this force well provisioned, I am here to place an order. Salt Pork, Salt Beef and Salt Mutton, as much as can be provided, payment shall be 3 credits and five decicredits per kilogram and a kilogram of salt for every ten kilos of meat delivered. Smoked garlic sausages shall be bought at similar rates."

Janob was surprised "Don't your lot have their own meatmen in Dalatyr?" He had never known the Army to buy meat from regular butchers. They simply had their own men make a mess of the job of animals they took in taxes or fed them that vile cannisterized shit..

"We do, but our demands are higher than usual. Do I have your agreement in this?"

For a few seconds Janob considered the offer. On the one hand, this was aiding the enemy. On the other hand, they would get suspicious if he refused the contract. That might end up with him being watched too closely or with him or one of his sons being questioned. He considered putting something into that meat, but that could get him caught as well. The payment was in those damned credits, which would be good for only ballast and bum-paper after the Drow went through. Even so, there were things he could buy with it for the moment. Both for himself and for the resistance. And so, he made his decision.

"I will."

"Very good." She produced a paper contract from her folder and a pen from her pocket. He signed it and returned the paper and pen to her.

"Pleasure doing business with you." She said as she and her guard walked out the door. As the door shut behind him, he spat. Their time would come, but in the meantime he had work to do.

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