Nathan said, “They’ve found gems and gold in the mountains near Jonril, so the rush is on. The trading houses from the Free Cities, as well as every adventurer, thief, and swindler, have descended there. But it also means a good opportunity, because the Duke of Crydee has asked for additional smiths, as well as other Craftmasters, to be sent there.”
Owen nodded. “This place changes little, and most of us are born into our lives with small chance of making them different. Out there, with some ambition, some thought, and a touch of luck, a common man can rise to riches or even to the nobility.”
Erik said, “Riches, with luck, I guess. But a commoner become a noble?”
Owen smiled his crooked smile. “It’s not common knowledge, but the King’s adviser, the Duke of Rillanon, was common-born.”
“Truth?” said Nathan.
“He did some favor or another for the late Prince of Krondor, and was given a squire’s rank when he was but a lad. His wit and service to the Kingdom earned him a rapid rise, and now he is second only to royalty in power.” He lowered his voice to a near whisper. “There are those who claim he was not only a common boy, but a thief as well.”
Erik said, “That is impossible.”
Owen shrugged. “Nothing is truly impossible, I think.”
Erik said, “Well, maybe when he was a boy, but that was fifty years ago.”
Owen nodded. “Things change. Once, centuries ago, this was the frontier, Erik.”
Erik’s brow furrowed as if he didn’t understand.
Nathan said, “I grew up on the Far Coast, Erik. I think what friend Greylock means is that you’ll find a different stripe out there, men who are concerned more with what you know and can do than with who you are, or who your father was. Too many things going on to worry about rank; you’ve got to depend upon your neighbors. Goblins, dark elves, bandits, and other problems constantly coming at you—those make a man glad for help close by. You don’t have time to worry about a lot of the things that make life here in the Kingdom the way it is.”
Greylock nodded. Erik said nothing for a moment, thinking about the possibility things might turn out right after all, when the front door of the inn opened, and Roo hurried in.
He saw Erik from across the room and quickly came through the crowded commons to where his friend sat. Nodding with as much deference as he could muster to the Baron’s Swordmaster, he said, “Master Greylock, they need you over at the Peacock, sir.”
Owen threw a quick glance at Erik. His expression betrayed his worry. It couldn’t be good news. He stood, said a quick good-bye, and left. Roo took his place. Nathan said, “You a squire these days, Roo?”
Roo made a face as if that remark put a bad taste in his mouth. “I was hanging around the fountain by the Growers’ and Vintners’ Hall and a soldier came out and told all of us to spread out and look for the Swordmaster and fetch him to the Peacock’s Tail. So I told the other lads I’d come here.”
Erik smiled. “I was hoping you’d come by tonight.”
“I would have been here sooner, but Gwen was at the fountain and . . .”
Erik shook his head. “So you’re back in her favor once again?”
“Trying to be,” said Roo.
Nathan said, “How’d you like to apprentice at the forge, Roo?”
It was a joke, and they all knew it, but Roo still said, “What, me get all dirty and grimy? You get your hands calloused, and the horses step on your feet! Not on your life. I have plans.”
Erik smiled, but Nathan said, “Really? What sort of plans?”
Roo glanced around the room, as if fearing to be overheard. “There are ways to make a living that have nothing to do with guilds and apprenticeships, friend smith.”
Nathan’s brow furrowed. “You’re going to end up in jail, Roo.”
Roo put up his hands as if protesting innocence. “No, nothing dodgy, I swear. It’s just my father has been hauling enough from Krondor up to here that I’m getting pretty good at nosing out what the markets are for different things. I’ve saved a little money, and I’m going to invest it in a cargo one of these days.”
Nathan appeared impressed. “A shipping concern?”
“There are syndicates in Krondor and Salador that routinely underwrite the cost of freight hauls from one city to another, or cargoes for ships bound to distant ports. They have subscribers and return nice profits on their investments.”
Nathan nodded. “True, but there’s risk as well. If a cargo isn’t delivered on time, your profit can vanish. Worse, if bandits take the caravan, or the ship sinks, you lose everything.”
Roo looked as if this would never happen. “I plan on starting small and building up my capital for a few years.”
“What do you plan on doing to eat and put a roof over your head while you invest in these ventures?” asked Nathan.
Roo said, “Well, I haven’t quite worked that out, but—”
“How much capital have you, Roo?” interrupted Nathan.