Sabuit walked through the streets of Port Victory, her ancestral town on the shores of the Sea of Shadows in the Underdark. At the port, huge wooden ships for both trade and war were floating at anchor or docked to the wharves and jetties that stretched out into the harbour - she could see the majestic carrack Pugnacious and her attending ships at anchor, her crew busily working scrubbing the decks and ensuring that the shipboard armament was ready and secure. The port was buzzing with activity - people rushing around, people swearing, sailors laughing and joking and drinking, and gambling... Human sailors trying to attract the attention of a soiled dove or two, dwarven sailors busying themselves with their rum and ale... Sabuit's heels clacked against the paved surface of the road as she walked towards the 'rich district' of Port Victory. She could hear the sounds of the sea lapping at the shore from time to time, but it was mostly drowned out by the hubbub of activity on a daily basis in Port Victory. However, when people caught sight of Lady Sabuit, they were silent - to a commoner in the streets of a Silverwater city, a woman of Lady Sabuit's position and power was worthy of both awe and respect. She cared little for the business of the working and middle classes in the city anyway - she would only listen if there was a serious problem. Otherwise, she took a laissez-faire attitude; there was no point becoming embroiled in the schemings of the poorer population. Besides, she had enough trouble keeping the upper-classes of Port Victory quiet, she hardly needed the problems of the less well-off on her plate too. She nodded to the gate guard, who bowed and allowed her access into the rich district of Port Victory. Here, the environment was comparatively cleaner - the roads were maintained better, the sanitation systems (such as the sewer networks) were completely hidden from view and there were particularly opulent establishments to serve the exotic tastes of Port Victory's fortunate... including, of course, herself. Sabuit frequented a very reputable 'coaching house' named the Spider's Fang - she caught sight of the conspicuous sign of a white fang with a drop of green liquid at the end of it on the steel sign - above and below the picture was 'The Spider's Fang' written in Undercommon. She walked through the door into the tavern area, where she saw a 'friend' of hers, the human Sergeant-at-arms Sigurd Isaksson. She walked over to the bar and sat down beside him.
"Greetings, Master Isaksson... What brings you in here?"
Sigurd sighed. "Just catching up on the latest gossip in the upper circles of society, mistress."
"Yes... well, perhaps you should... keep your ears open for any... seditious remarks. If there are any plots within the establishment, Sigurd, I want to know about them. Understand me?"
Sigurd nodded wearily. "Yes, mistress."
"Good boy... Barman!" The barkeep, a middle-aged dwarf whose hair and beard were beginning to grey, walked stiffly over. "Aye, mi'lady? What can I get ye?"
Sabuit checked her purse - 250 gold coins, enough for a drink, a meal and perhaps a visit to the backrooms if she felt like a bit of gambling. "I'll have a glass of Chateau Blanc wine, if you will."
"One glass o' wine, comin' up, mi'lady. 'Aven't seen you abou' in a while... Wha' brings ye back 'ere?"
Sabuit looked over at where a group of noblewomen were busily talking and gossiping about the latest news. "What I do in my life is of no concern of yours, master dwarf. Let's keep it that way, shall we?"
"O' course, mi'lady. Here's ye wine."
"Still 35 gold pieces, Hamran?"
"Aye, mi'lady, it still be 35 gold for a glass of Shatto Blank... Or however ye say it." This brought a smile to Sabuit's face - it amused her listening to the dwarf attempt to pronounce the name of the wine. It was why she bought it, truth be told. Sure, it was good wine, too, but it was amusing for her to listen to the dwarf struggle. She handed over 35 gold pieces and took the wine from the barkeep. She surveyed the tavern - nothing really of interest, it had to be said. She called Hamran over again. "Is it possible to obtain a... Coin still?"
"Aye, mi'lady. Coins are now 20 gold pieces - they've gone down a couple, thanks to the increase in business. We don't need to charge so much to get more profit, ye ken?"
"Makes financial sense. By the way, Hamran, when are we going to... receive payment for that loan that we lent you?"
Hamran's face fell. "The loan... ah, yes, well..."
"You don't have the money?"
Sabuit shrugged. "Consider it cancelled."
Hamran's face lit up with joy. "Are ye serious, mi'lady?!"
"Yes... now keep it down. We hardly need the 10,000 gold pieces anyway, we're bringing in that much wealth. But Hamran... this may be the last 'favour' I do for you."
"O-o' course, mi'lady... I thank ye for yer kindness."
Sabuit smiled and took a sip of the wine.