Chapter 209: Bankers and Barmaids

Chapter 209: Bankers and Barmaids

Suzette was preparing to open up the tavern for the day. The floor had been swept as clean as it would get. The old wood was stained from dirt and beer. A large amount of blood had been spilled as well. Most of it was Timmy's. She had little regrets over that. She had been warming to the annoying boy over time, but that ended when she found out who he worked for, and what family he was from. Momco had hurt her badly, and then lied when she and thousands of others were suffering. She disliked corporations in general, as everyone did, but Timmy's family topped the list. One of the wood workers had said he could sand out the mark left by the blood, but she she wanted to keep it. Hearing what Ozzy had done to Timmy and Brandon had helped her deal with the memory. It was also good for business. Hearing that the local butcher had ripped off someone's arm and beat him with it was a story that both brought in customers, and made them behave.

Betty and Granya were in the kitchen just finishing up the baking for breakfast, and putting food in the ovens for the afternoon crowd. Both women were working harder than ever. Suzette was paying Betty for her work, which was beyond what she would have had to do for ACME. The woman never seemed to stop, and the food had been improving every month. She had been delighted when her cows arrived, brought from far south in the empire, and brought by teleporter to Rowan Keep.

That had caused a few blood vessels to burst. Transporting dairy animals wasn't something the mages had wanted to do at first, but after she had insisted on them looking at the records and seeing the huge amount of mana that Sedgewick donated each day to the system, they had apologized and one by the one the cows had been brought to her. Betty was just starting to make cheese and other dairy products. Runt had surprised everyone by offering to milk the herd for Betty. If they knew how many extra meals Betty fed to him each day, they would have understood better.

Granya and Suzette had come to an agreement. Suzette was desperate to keep her in the Tavern, but she wasn't a contract worker. As the town got bigger, someone was sure to steal her cook and right-hand woman. Suzette solved the problem by offering to sell Granya one fourth of the tavern. As a part owner that gave Granya a vested interest in seeing things go well, and the authority to handle problems is Suzette wasn't there. The three women were working well together, each having their work and responsibilities.

One of Suzettes big responsibilities was the brewing. Before opening each day, she made sure that she had enough beer to take care of thirsty customers. As the workers gained levels and more CON, they drank several times more than a level 1 player could. The strong beer helped, and the new recipes were getting popular because of their hefty alcohol content. Six large kegs were sitting behind the counter waiting to be tapped. Two were local ales made by other brewers, one was Bludgeon Brew. (Which often went the night without being poured.), two kegs were Bludgeon Dark (which often had to be replaced as they were emptied out), and the last was usually something fruity and very strong. Suzette was experimenting with her applejack recipes. She hoped to be able to offer some harder drinks soon. The brewery in the catacombs was going full swing, producing Bludgeon Dark and beginning to make some brandy. Whiskey and vodka were on the way.

She started a small fire in the hearth since it was getting chilly most mornings. The muffins were on the counter for hungry workers to grab and go. She double checked that they were normal muffins. She had a class later on in the day on understanding poison and gaining poison resistance. She had special muffins for those. They were identical the regular groat muffins, but would do a few points of damage to someone like Ozzy, or incapacitate someone with a lesser stomach for hours. The workers in her class were gaining experience in Weak Poison Resistance, and she was advancing in Probably Poisoned Pie, Teaching, and Poisoner. She always checked to make sure that the special batch didn't get mixed up. The results would have been fatal to some people. Killing customers was bad for the tavern’s reputation.

Satisfied that everything was ready, she opened the door and saw that she had her first customer of the day. He was a well-dressed gnome that she had seen a few times in the village. He bowed, and seated himself at one of the tables. Suzette curtsied and smiled at him. "Hello, and welcome to my tavern. Would you like breakfast?"

The gnome smiled back. "Yes, please. I would like a pot of tea, strong as you can make it. A pot of honey, butter, and a loaf of bread. Additionally, I would like a moment of your time to discuss how my business and yours overlap." He spoke well, and seemed quite patient. Suzette wasn't getting any warning signals from him. "Certainly. Let me get your food. The tea will take a moment to brew, and fresh bread is just coming out of the oven. Zephyr should be here in a moment and then I can sit down with a cup of tea and talk."

A half hour later she found herself sitting across from the gnome, who introduced himself as Tiberius Longfellow Coppertwist. "But please, that's much too long of a name for such a small fellow as myself. I answer equally well to Tiberius or to Banker Coppertwist."

Suzette sipped her tea, and watched as Tiberius carefully cut another perfect slice of bread, then carefully spread butter and honey on it before carefully taking a bite. He also put honey into his tea, two tablespoons per cup. As he drank the dark tea and ate the honey, he spoke slightly faster. Suzette appreciated that someone else needed a boost each morning. Getting up some days was difficult for her. "Coppertwist is a name known to me. Do you have an uncle or grandfather who happens to be a lawyer?"

He nodded, pleased she recognized the name. "I do indeed. I see that you have met my great-uncle. He recommended that I take the opening here to start a bank. I've spent several decades working within the banks of others, and the family felt I was ready to get started with my own. I thank you and your village for sponsoring me."

"But, I some questions. Working on the assumption that you needed a bank, and specifically a gnomish bank, I am wondering why you have not come by to start an account and begin putting gold into the bank."

Suzette sighed. She really should have gone by. She went with the honest answer. "My apologies, but things have been busy lately, and we have had several emergencies. I'm running from one thing to another, and if not working here, I'm up in Gadobhra. Why don't you tell me more about your bank. Have you had any problems? We have a lot of players entering the town, and many have taken professions that rely on redistribution of gold into their own pockets."

Current Balance: 0 Gold, 0 Silver, 4 copper.

"You paid your bill through the bank? Can anyone do that?"

The gnome nodded. "Anyone with a bank account that is purchasing from a merchant with a bank account. Secure and convenient transactions. My current radius only includes the town of Sedgewick, but imagine if you could pay for purchases at Rowan Keep with money from the bank? Or that the Legion could deposit money to your account for deliveries that you made to them? My bank offers convenience and safety."

"That would be very convenient. But what about places further away? Like Northguard or the Capitol?"

"In time, if the amount in my bank grows, people there will be able to use my bank as well. It's all just a matter of the size of my account with the king. Shopping becomes much easier. Let us imagine you run out of that lovely tea, but merchant Kallvek has a pound of leaves in his warehouse in the capitol. You could pay him and have it shipped by teleporter to Rowan Keep."

Suzette was thinking. "You paid for your breakfast because my business has an account. Does that mean if I sold something like a magical sword, someone could pay me as well? Oh, wait? Is there a way for someone in the capitol to buy that sword?"

Tiberius wiped his mouth with his napkin, having finished the entire loaf of bread. He poured the last of the tea and sat back. "If the right businesses are set up, and my bank grows prosperous enough, yes, in theory. All the parts need to be aligned and present. Payment for something is easy, moving the goods more difficult, and of course, there has to be a way for someone to know about your item. One way is to have the item listed for sale at a shop in the capitol. There is a fee associated with that, of course. And then you would need to have a courier deliver the goods within a day to Rowan keep for teleport, another fee. But if you rented out a store somewhere, and that place had a teleporter system, then your goods would instantly be sent to the store the buyer was at."

He sipped his tea as Suzette was thinking. The more someone valued the services his bank could offer, the faster they would deposit money. The little tavern couldn't have much business, at a few coppers a meal, but she would talk to people, including the Baron. The Kallvek merchant family was already doing business with him, and a good amount of their assets would eventually be his. Especially if the coming chaos in the Imperial capitol was as bad as his uncle predicted. A few more customers as wealthy as the Great Kallvek and he would be able to significantly upgrade his bank and social status. He idly daydreamed of courting his first wife and was interrupted by the little barmaid pushing back her chair and racing upstairs.

Unsure of what to do, but having paid his tab, he prepared to go open his bank. He was surprised when Suzette came running back down the stairs holding a small pouch, a bag with a sturdy handle, and a chest under one arm. Judging by the smell of gold, she had a significant amount on her person.

"It's nearly noon. Let's get over to your bank. I have a deposit to make, and people to talk to. And I'll be wanting to link more businesses to the bank soon."

Tiberius held the door for her. "Splendid, splendid. I am at your service. Let us go baptize your accounts with a bit of coin."

Suzette opened the small chest and poured out a mixture of coins that totaled to 512 Gold coins when they were all deposited to the account of The Mayor of Sedgewick. The large bag with heavy handles contained 4300 Gold coins that Suzette put into the account for the tavern. Finally, she pulled forth the small coin pouch she had been 'gifted' by the thief she had caught, McTeeth. It took a little time to pour out the coins inside, but eventually she had 11, 610 Gold coins in her own account. Banker Coppertwist had an impressed look on his face.

"I must say miss, that I am very happy with how well you are doing in such a short time. And don't worry, details about clients never leave my lips. You have reinforced the good advice given me by my uncle and made me happy to locate myself in your town. My bank is well on the way to having a respectable total."

Suzette shook his hand. "I think you will see more customers soon. I'm anxious to how quickly we can expand your bank's influence. Especially to the point where I can list my items for sale elsewhere." Suzette exited the bank and walked across the square to where a large building labeled 'Kallvek's Emporium of the Weird, the Wonderful, and the Mundane' was just opening.