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As winter gave way to spring of the Coldlands, activities that had been haulted by the frigid winter winter started up once again. It was muddy and damp, but it was time to put down crops and raise villages. Among these was the return of the Merchants. A few of them were locals, weathering the winter in the cold at their home villages during the worst of it and sometimes did some minor trade during the warmer spells. The most sucessful of these were foreigners. These men from warmer and more developed areas often had caravans of wagons and could afford armed body guards. They exchanged goods as they went, exchanging things between towns and gradually building up supplies of valuable furs and precious stones and metals. Among the first to arrive at Dalatyr was Johan Reddendorf, a tall thin man who brought in six ox carts.

Johan was quick to notice the changes that happened. He had been by this place several times before, including twice last year. The first time was a few days before Heisenoff and his lot were dispatched and once more in the fall. He was suprised to here that more traders were comming to Dalatyr, the area becoming safer as metal men kept away bandits and raids and that they had taken up making grain and potato based spirits and cheap iron. He managed to do buisiness as usual and pick up some of the local liquor, which sold quite well. It was strange as he did buisiness with agents of the new rulers, styling themselves "The Committee", which seemed disinterested in the higher class products that he sold. He saw the Iron Men that guarded the place, but while they were untalkative and their visored faces were without expression he did notice the way that they observed things. Something about their betrayed an intelligence stiring inside. Quietly taking everything in. This combined with their apperence made him realise that they were no Golems. This time, he heard from some other merchants that Dalatyr was keen on buying up sulfer, as much as possible and at a above average price. He made a note to go to Syeragrod and pick up a load of the stuff before making his way to Dalatyr.

Once he got to Dalatyr, he noticed some changes had happened. Around the north gate a space had been sectioned off with a palisade for the loading and unloading cargo. Their were a few brick buildings in here, with more going up and more bricks being made outside. Things were a bit cleaner, more people than usual had new cloths, the smell was less present and things were more crouded. Another new addition came walking down to greet him. A strange tall dark haired woman with two guards flanking her. She was pretty, but their was something off with her skin, and more importantly, her eyes which were jet black. Johan's job had demanded that he be very good at reading other people, but you did not need to be an expert to see that something was off with her. She identified herself as Nova and said that she would speak for the committe in matters of trade. She made a note to inspect his cargo, examined a peice of his mineral merchendise, picked up a couple of baskets and told him, in a kind, polite and fairly pleasant, but oddly monotone gave him his answered. "We will buy all the sulfer you carry. Fifteen copper peices per basket." He was suprised at such a high offer.

"Very well" he said. She was presented with a chest and gave out his payment. It was all there.

Nova smiled "May I interest you in a few steel ingots?"

"You may indeed" Johan retorted happily as he was lead along to a warehouse filled with them, taking care that he did not see the back of her neck. As he was escorted along, Supernova was satsified with the preformance of her new face, this being the first time it was used to adress a Human that was not one of her subjects. It took to assemble the servos and the synthetic skin to go over them for her new face, but it made communication with the natives much easier.

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As winter gave way to spring of the Coldlands, activities that had been haulted by the frigid winter winter started up once again. It was muddy and damp, but it was time to put down crops and raise villages. Among these was the return of the Merchants. A few of them were locals, weathering the winter in the cold at their home villages during the worst of it and sometimes did some minor trade during the warmer spells. The most sucessful of these were foreigners. These men from warmer and more developed areas often had caravans of wagons and could afford armed body guards. They exchanged goods as they went, exchanging things between towns and gradually building up supplies of valuable furs and precious stones and metals. Among the first to arrive at Dalatyr was Johan Reddendorf, a tall thin man who brought in six ox carts.

Johan was quick to notice the changes that happened. He had been by this place several times before, including twice last year. The first time was a few days before Heisenoff and his lot were dispatched and once more in the fall. He was suprised to here that more traders were comming to Dalatyr, the area becoming safer as metal men kept away bandits and raids and that they had taken up making grain and potato based spirits and cheap iron. He managed to do buisiness as usual and pick up some of the local liquor, which sold quite well. It was strange as he did buisiness with agents of the new rulers, styling themselves "The Committee", which seemed disinterested in the higher class products that he sold. He saw the Iron Men that guarded the place, but while they were untalkative and their visored faces were without expression he did notice the way that they observed things. Something about their betrayed an intelligence stiring inside. Quietly taking everything in. This combined with their apperence made him realise that they were no Golems. This time, he heard from some other merchants that Dalatyr was keen on buying up sulfer, as much as possible and at a above average price. He made a note to go to Syeragrod and pick up a load of the stuff before making his way to Dalatyr.

Once he got to Dalatyr, he noticed some changes had happened. Around the north gate a space had been sectioned off with a palisade for the loading and unloading cargo. Their were a few brick buildings in here, with more going up and more bricks being made outside. Things were a bit cleaner, more people than usual had new cloths, the smell was less present and things were more crouded. Another new addition came walking down to greet him. A strange tall dark haired woman with two guards flanking her. She was pretty, but their was something off with her skin, and more importantly, her eyes which were jet black. Johan's job had demanded that he be very good at reading other people, but you did not need to be an expert to see that something was off with her. She identified herself as Nova and said that she would speak for the committe in matters of trade. She made a note to inspect his cargo, examined a peice of his mineral merchendise, picked up a couple of baskets and told him, in a kind, polite and fairly pleasant, but oddly monotone gave him his answered. "We will buy all the sulfer you carry. Fifteen copper peices per basket." He was suprised at such a high offer.

"Very well" he said. She was presented with a chest and gave out his payment. It was all there.

Nova smiled "May I interest you in a few steel ingots?"

"You may indeed" Johan retorted happily as he was lead along to a warehouse filled with them, taking care that he did not see the back of her neck. As he was escorted along, Supernova was satsified with the preformance of her new face, this being the first time it was used to adress a Human that was not one of her subjects. It took to assemble the servos and the synthetic skin to go over them for her new face, but it made communication with the natives much easier.

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