The sprawling great hall of the Retainer Guild was buzzing. In a luxuriously decorated cavern deep beneath Eorzea's forests, plains and rolling hills, imps from every corner of the realm were making merry. It had been almost five years since the Syndicate of the Void had hit upon the idea to take advantage of the rise of adventuring from the ashes of the calamity in what was to become the most audacious scheme to grace Eorzean shores since the Allagan dragon meat scandal of the Third Astral Era.
Through their manipulation of Eorzean markets and the trade in Ventures, sold to Grand Companies at inflated prices, in only a few years the Voidsent had built the wealthiest city state in the Realm, one completely unknown to the surface-dwelling Spoken. No one had questioned how the Retainer network was able to locate new, eager retainers who so precisely matched the preferences of the adventurer seeking their services at a moment's notice. And the matter of retainers appearing to be everywhere at once had seemingly gone unnoticed. As long as the Spoken were gifted with the occasional worthless trinket, the money kept flowing and the imps thrived.
At one end of the seemingly endless hall, three imps were comfortable settled on a couch of the finest cloth, enjoying delicacies sourced from across the realm. Their banter was briefly interrupted as a portly imp drifted past them towards the bar.
"Isn't that Valar?" the imp in the middle of the couch remarked. One of his companions nodded sagely.
"Yeah. Poor guy. Apparently the Labyrinth isn't as popular as it once was, so he has to put in some hours here to make ends meet. Talk about a fall from grace."
"I hear he's looking to get into that new... uh... Void Ship?" the third imp added. "Can't really see it myself."
The three imps continued to observe in silence as they worked their way through their Ul'dah platter until a feint chime echoed throughout the hall.
"Third shift. You're up, Gib."
"Ugh, they come around so fast," the imp on the end grumbled as he rose, shook off a few crumbs and floated off towards a doorway.
Gib joined the short queue at the venture counter and soon reached the desk of one of the Master of Ventures.
"Enna. Gridania markets. Here's the profile. Un, what's she brought back recently... hmm... I guess you can take a quill. We have a surplus of those still."
The officer in charge of the ventures was fast and efficient. "Enna" Gib couldn't recall having been Enna before. The appearance looked simple enough.
Taking the quill, Gib glamoured in a flash of light and in his place stood a diminutive Lalafell lass.
Zhera Kurola
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