Not a big gathering at the Traders Tavern tonight, Seymour isn't really a big draw and the drinks arn't quite that good. Still he has to drum up business somehow, so here he is. Sitting at a table and waiting to see who shows to his little event.

Seymour has joined the Large Table.

Orathy tromps into the bar, his footsteps heavy, his stride set at a swagger. His dark eyes look around the trader's tavern, until they narrow and find Oak at the table. He wanders over that way, "Oy there Oak," he greets with a rough and tumble tone, glancing around, "Ain't too many people here yet. Free drinks don't go so far no more."

Orathy has joined the Large Table.

"Too many nobles having babies and throw free drinks around." Alarie points out, moving into the tavern in Orathy's wake.

Orathy snorts at Alarie, "Or they be too fucking rich and ain't give a shit about no one trying to help 'em with finances. Reckon I know a guy that can help with that..." He offers with a devil-may-care smile.

"The part about them being too rich, reckon I mean." Orathy adds.

Seymour inclines his head politely to Orathy, then to Alarie. He doesn't get up. "Perhaps next time I'll offer something different. I admit I didn't expect a large showing, but this is rather sparce."

Diego steps into the establishment, glancing around with a wry smile. He snags a mug of ale from the tray of a passing waitress, earning him a brief dirty look, followed by a sassy headshake. The man then moves to find a seat and see what all the kerfuffle is about.

Azhan saunters into the tavern and quickly makes for the bar, carrying a book under his arm.

Azhan has joined the Bar.

Diego has joined the Large Table.

Alarie has joined the Large Table.

Orathy bangs his fist on the table before Seymour, "Fuck that. It just take one fucking mouth piece to start the interest. Ain't you knowing that?" He's not being violent, but he is rough and outspoken, before he sits back and crosses his arms over his shoulder. "We be the best you going to get. Sell us then Oak."

"Dunno what would bring em" Alarie confesses, even as she's moving to that table that Seymour occupies and joins the others. "What culler said."

Seymour glances over to some of the other arrivals not heading towards the table before looking back to Orathy and Alarie. "Well, the free drinks are still free drinks. Enjoy yourselves a bit before I start droning on about making money."

Orathy waves toward the service staff and flags down something to drink, as Seymour tells him to! "Aye, on your tab it is then. Fuck are you sure you know how to make money?! Haha. Reckon I be gonna drinking the lot of yours away this night!" He'll start with a pitcher of ale!

"Culler.." Alaries shakes her head laughing at the loud man. But she'll take advantage of one free drink. "This will be interesting, I'm sure." She looks around and Azhan by the bar is stared at hard but then back to the gathered at the table.

Azhan sets his book atop the bar's surface and opens it, beginning to leaf through some of its pages but otherwise remaining silent and content where he is.

Since everyone is glancing over at the bar, Diego does too. He's hip. Follows trends. He shrugs, then takes another sip of his ale and offers a winsome smile to those at the table. "I have to admit, I'm moderately intrigued at what this financial proposition is. Though if it's not sound.." he trails off, suggesting nothing and everything.

Orathy glances at Alarie and makes a playfully dense look, "What?" And then he will drink away a full glass of ale in ... a few seconds flat. He's one of those guys!

Seymour is sipping at a drink of his own, though at so slow a pace it may last him all night. He offers Diego a smile, gesturing to a seat. "Well it isn't a proposition tonight. I have no particular trade deals or investments I'm trying to get people to support... Which seems to be what is done around here. Pick a specific place to invest a great deal of effort."

Azhan yawns and rests his chin on the back of his hand, continuing about his business as he leisurely reads his book.

Orathy grunts, "Aye," to Seymour, "And reckon most of it has be done by some fucking Silk, for your bloody investing to mean shit. Or aye, to someone who be kissing their arses quite thoroughly." He sits back and gestures at Seymour, "This fella here, he be meaning to figuring some way we ain't have to rely on them Silk for our meal tickets."

Diego frowns, setting his drink down. "So it's just drinks? You've nothing ..." he cuts off midsentance, glancing over at Orathy with an arched brow. The nods to Seymour. "Good day. Thank you for the drink."

Alarie raises a brow, the overly petite woman regarding the seeemingly economic minded man. "I don't rely on a silk for mine. I could stop sewing tomorrow and be fine. SO what will make me want to let you near my money. How much do you bring in a week?"

"Course I could be wrong, which is why I be here..." Orathy notes to Alarie.

Diego has left the Large Table.

Orathy takes another long drain of his ale, looking around as folk come and go, unphased.

Azhan starts to hum a happy tune to himself, briefly breaking his gaze away from his book to survey the patrons of the tavern. He catches sight of Alarie and a slight frown crosses his thin features before fading and he slowly turns back to face the bar.

Orathy grunts, rises from the seat and leaves his empty tankard on the table. He rolls his shoulder out once and makes his way out.

Seymour glances over to Orathy. He considers what they have to say before looking at the others. "There are merchants who live better lives than some nobles. Not because what they sell or deal in is particularly unusual, but because they understand how to properly use the coin they earn. I say merchant, because anyone who isn't a noble either works at the pleasure of a noble or is selling something to one." He gestures around. "Even in Arx, even the Crownsworn. The crown is perhaps hands off compared to elsewhere, but that is the way things work." He takes a sip of his drink. "Usually that is where people either accept or complain about their lot. There is a third way."

Orathy has left the Large Table.

4 Culler Hoodlums have been dismissed.

2 Culler Brute have been dismissed.

"So you want to gather some of us together and complain?" Alarie looks confused.

Azhan stretches out his gangly arms and his fingers begin to tap against the bar, he is tilted on his seat somewhat and seems to be listening in on the others' conversation.

Seymour waves that thought off. "Nothing of the sort. We all eke out some wealth of our own. Sometimes we get by, sometimes we fall short, and sometimes get a little extra for a rainy day." Seymour shakes his head. "All too often that little extra gets left somewhere and ignored. In the bank, hidden under a floorboard, invested in an object that may or may not hold value. We all fear the day we'll be the ones to fall short, that we might not recover. I can't help a person already there, but I can help a person keep those days much farther away. Outline plans to wisely pool funds to help individuals and their communities independently."

"clearly, you're not a crafter or a member of the crafter's guild" There's a snort and the drink she's been tending to is finished. "Aim at the nobles. Or at least the ones not making something and selling it." Alarie's starting to stand. "If a member of the guild needs anything, I assure you, we only need to ask and we got coin rolling up to our eyeballs. Pleasure to meet you, I wish you luck in your adventure. But I don't think you can help me and I don't know that I need help."

Azhan stifles a snort and shakes his head, he shuts his book and places it under his arm, rising up as well.

Azhan has left the Bar.

Seymour can't help show a tinge of disappointment, though he forces a smile. "Quite alright." He slides his drink away. "Nobles do tend to have more money they arn't actively needing to get by, I in truth have only had a few commoner clients in the past. Though they're doing well. I'm better with finances than I am with words. Well, anyway, thank you for coming."

"You take care." And then Azhan's moving as she's moving and she's looking at him. "That one might be interested. But he tries to pay in books." And with that, she's taking off.

Alarie has left the Large Table.

Jessamine, the innocuous shop girl leaves, following Alarie.