Opening Offer

-The Cartagan Orchard. Earlyish morning, 2 DSTR-

Following the pair, he said nothing more as they entered the office. He had seen the place in use and wondered if he would need to offer to get the boy a new desk. He could use it, of course if he replaced everything that the old bastard had fucked on he would have to refurnish the whole house.

He set the box on the table after it was draped with the cloth. “Your Uncle was a man of many tastes, and while I tried to reason with him, he did incur a good many debts. His death was untimely, for both of us.” He said the last part with a soft sigh of what might be regret. “I know how long this place has been in your family, and you will forgive me, but I do not seek it. I allowed your Uncle to leverage it with the idea he would eventually bring the place around.”

He did not sit, but he did take off his own coat, making no request for Cordelia to do it or even attempting to make her do such. “Unfortunately, I suffer from a distinct belief that people can change. One that I have grown to regret at times.” He set the coat across the back of the chair on the opposite side of Tyreth.

Randel looked at Tyreth and smiled. “I would like to get my money back, but I can see that such will require perhaps trust between us?” He said and offered his hand over the box. “I am not your enemy or adversary, but I could be an ally.”