LIGHTNOVELONLINE 27. Expenses
Kivamus nodded. "Since coal mining has stopped for now," he declared, "we can use those two available wagons for grain transport. And let's use this opportunity to send that damaged wagon for repair as well. Even if it's not ready in time for the first return journey of Pydas, it might help us in the next one."
He continued, "With Helga's wagon added to the mix, that brings us to a total of six wagons for the first trip. But we still need two more to make up the eight-wagon caravan we need. Are there any other wagons readily available in the village itself?"
Duvas shook his head. "Unfortunately, no, my Lord," he replied. "There might be a couple of small carts here and there, but those wouldn't be suitable for such a lengthy journey. They're more for short trips around the village and can barely hold two or three sacks of grain at most."
Kivamus turned his attention back to Pydas. "With six wagons confirmed," he began, his voice firm yet laced with a question, "Pydas, do you think it might be possible to hire two more wagons from Cinran itself? Perhaps speak to some of your contacts there and see if they're willing to rent them out for the journey."
Pydas hesitated for a moment. "I will certainly try, my Lord," he finally responded. "However, renting additional wagons at such short notice would be difficult, especially considering the approaching winter. It wouldn't be easy but I'll ask around, my Lord, to see if some other merchant is willing to rent me his wagon for some time."
A tense silence descended upon the room as everyone absorbed this new information. The fate of Tiranat's survival hung in the balance, resting on the possibility of Pydas' ability to negotiate for those two elusive wagons.
Concern crossed Pydas' face as he continued. "While I am truly grateful, my Lord," he expressed, his voice sincere, "that you've given me this opportunity, there's a reason why traders tend to avoid Tiranat these days."
He paused, his gaze moving towards the windows as if searching for unseen threats. "As you know, my Lord, these forests are a haven for bandits now. And a large caravan like the one we're assembling," he continued with a grave voice, "would be a prime target for the outlaws and a tempting opportunity for plunder."
The weight of his words settled heavily on the room. The idea of their precious grain falling into the hands of bandits was a chilling prospect.
"And that's not all, my Lord," Pydas added. "Even if I manage to find additional wagons in Cinran, securing enough guards or mercenaries to protect the caravan would be another challenge. Not only would it significantly increase the cost of the journey, but with the approaching winter and food shortages plaguing the lands everywhere, those hired guards themselves might be tempted to steal the grain if they think they can get away with it. One can never be sure of the loyalties of those who fight for money, after all."
Kivamus sighed deeply. The challenges seemed to multiply at every turn. "It seems nothing comes easy in these troubled times," he muttered, the weight of his responsibility pressing down on him. But he wasn't one to give up easily.
He leaned forward, "What if I provided you with guards as well? Trained men who could not only drive the wagons but also ensure the caravan's safety. Since their wages would fall on me, you wouldn't have to worry about the additional expense of hiring more drivers or guards in Cinran."
Pydas' eyes widened in surprise. But before he could speak, Duvas interrupted, "But my Lord, we don't…"
Kivamus held up his hand to stop him immediately. "Later, Duvas". Looking back to Pydas, he asked, "What do you think about it?"
"That would be a tremendous help, my Lord," Pydas admitted with relief. "The fewer people we need to hire in Cinran, the better. It would not only reduce costs but also lessen the risk of potential traitors within the group."
"From what I heard earlier, my Lord," he continued, "Levalo ran away from the manor in the morning. Not that I would have wanted to travel with a known poisoner in the first place. So considering the wagon driver I already have, if you could provide six guards, that would give me enough men that we could drive all eight wagons, assuming I manage to secure the two additional ones in Cinran. And the presence of that many trained guards would send a clear message to any bandits who might be scouting near the road that this caravan is not to be trifled with."
"I will make sure of it, Pydas," Kivamus assured him. "Consider it done."
Duvas chimed in, seizing the opportunity. "However, since we're providing the horses for our wagons, as well as three wagons themselves, along with enough drivers who will also act as guards," he pointed out, "wouldn't that entitle us to a discount on the final grain price, Pydas? After all, you'll be saving a considerable amount by not having to hire these yourselves."
Pydas slowly nodded in agreement. "Your point is well made, Mr Duvas. With Tiranat shouldering such a significant portion of the risk, a discount on the grain is certainly merited."
Kivamus boomed, "Excellent! Now, let's finalize the price for the grain and then discuss what you'd be willing to offer for the coal you'll be taking back with you."
Pydas nodded. "Of course, my Lord. Taking into account the guards and wagons you are providing, how about… four gold crowns, five silvers, and four coppers per sack?"
Kivamus started to speak, but Duvas interjected with a shrewd glint in his eyes. "Hold on, my Lord," he interjected, a hint of concern lacing his voice, "the sheer volume of the order is so large, that it surely warrants a more substantial discount." He looked at Pydas. "After all, you will be able to secure a lower price per sack by buying in bulk from Cinran."
Pydas let out a weary sigh. He cast a hesitant glance at Kivamus, silently pleading for understanding.
However, sensing an opportunity to get an even better price, Kivamus readily acknowledged Duvas' point. "Of course, of course." Looking at Pydas, he added, "We are clearly providing the services that you'd otherwise need to hire or rent from Cinran, thus saving you money. And considering the large amount we are ordering…" he trailed off.
Pydas shook his head, a hint of resignation in his eyes. After taking a minute to think, he cleared his throat and continued. "Alright, then," he declared, his voice firm, "but consider this my absolute final offer. Since it's a sizable order, and taking into account everything else, I'm willing to sell you each sack of grain for four gold crowns and five silver coins. It's the very lowest I can go." He added, "Of course, this offer is separate from the agreement we made earlier for you to pay one hundred and one gold crowns for the twenty-two sacks of grain I have already brought here."
He locked eyes with Kivamus, and added, "Honestly, my Lord, even if you choose to order from someone else, I don't think you'll find a better deal in these trying times."
Duvas cast a questioning glance towards him, silently seeking Kivamus' approval. The price, while higher than they'd hoped, was still within reason, especially considering the current conditions of a grain shortage everywhere. And if they continued to push Pydas for an even bigger discount, he was more likely to just leave Tiranat after selling his current stock. The harsh realities of the market meant traders were likely to prioritize larger, more profitable ventures, leaving Tiranat in the precarious position of struggling to find a supplier at all. Kivamus, after a moment of thinking, nodded slowly. The price, while hefty, was necessary to secure the village's survival.
Duvas wasted no time in documenting the agreed-upon price. He scribbled furiously on his parchment with a quill, his brow furrowed in concentration. "At a price of four gold crowns and five silver coins per sack," he muttered to himself as he calculated the total cost, "acquiring one hundred and forty-five sacks comes to…"
He drew in a sharp breath as the final sum appeared on the parchment. "Six hundred and fifty-two gold crowns and five silver coins, my Lord!" he exclaimed, his voice laced with a hint of disbelief. He cast a worried look at Kivamus, leaving the unspoken concern hanging in the air.