Chulane still felt weird, holding a position of 'power' - Chief of Agriculture. What weight did that carry? Food production and supply, mostly - outside of his plans for developing a more efficient way to farm the ningoes of the region, and perhaps expanding to see just how fertile they could make the soil and begin growing their own crops so they were less reliant on imported goods, Chulane was hardly a person to throw his power around in the faces of the locals. He did not see himself as any different to them - he was simply human, like everyone else, with a background that lent itself the know-how to potentially implement something rather exciting.
Well, exciting for a farm boy, anyway.
"Sounds as good as any plans," he offered with a one-sided shrug, overlooking the trip up the boy made at his sister's name - it was to be expected. But inside, kept hidden, he was so happy to hear Korbin say her name, to her him talk of her, of her bar - to just hear him talk, person-to-person, about future plans of all things. He barked a soft laugh at the idea of Neron asking for a job - bit of a step down from being Warden, but then, a bit of a step up from whatever he currently was. "I suspect any kind of work would serve as an improvement to his current predicament."
He raised his brow at the notion to change the name of the bar - but then, he didn't know the full history of the place too. He vaguely recalled amongst Korbin's ramblings from that night about how Weaver sold secrets, and he wondered if the implications of that statement linked in with this supposed business partner.
"Well, I'm hoping come Flowerbirth to begin establishing a way to farm the local ningo population. From there, I am keen to expand into improving the soil fertility and seeing what will grow, and what we can store come Deepfrost next year. Happy to ensure the Kraai - or whatever it becomes - has what it needs in terms of food, at least." He paused, knowing that he spoke far too much, but not knowing how to say what needed to be said in fewer words as well.
"Also happy to help out with whatever is needed to get the place back up to standard, too." he had done what he could to keep things ticking along at the place after Weaver had died, and Korbin had gone off the radar for a time. But he was stretched too thin, working between Lenny's errands, becoming something of a local butcher for those wanting luxere or ningo slaughtered but lacking the desire to swing the axe, wood chopping and stacking, and he had seemingly become a food deliverer amongst it all as well.
"So what did the old business partner do to stir your ire?"
Well, exciting for a farm boy, anyway.
"Sounds as good as any plans," he offered with a one-sided shrug, overlooking the trip up the boy made at his sister's name - it was to be expected. But inside, kept hidden, he was so happy to hear Korbin say her name, to her him talk of her, of her bar - to just hear him talk, person-to-person, about future plans of all things. He barked a soft laugh at the idea of Neron asking for a job - bit of a step down from being Warden, but then, a bit of a step up from whatever he currently was. "I suspect any kind of work would serve as an improvement to his current predicament."
He raised his brow at the notion to change the name of the bar - but then, he didn't know the full history of the place too. He vaguely recalled amongst Korbin's ramblings from that night about how Weaver sold secrets, and he wondered if the implications of that statement linked in with this supposed business partner.
"Well, I'm hoping come Flowerbirth to begin establishing a way to farm the local ningo population. From there, I am keen to expand into improving the soil fertility and seeing what will grow, and what we can store come Deepfrost next year. Happy to ensure the Kraai - or whatever it becomes - has what it needs in terms of food, at least." He paused, knowing that he spoke far too much, but not knowing how to say what needed to be said in fewer words as well.
"Also happy to help out with whatever is needed to get the place back up to standard, too." he had done what he could to keep things ticking along at the place after Weaver had died, and Korbin had gone off the radar for a time. But he was stretched too thin, working between Lenny's errands, becoming something of a local butcher for those wanting luxere or ningo slaughtered but lacking the desire to swing the axe, wood chopping and stacking, and he had seemingly become a food deliverer amongst it all as well.
"So what did the old business partner do to stir your ire?"
CHULANE
No one's ever gonna stop us now
