Frollo's Meeting Room

[Clopin | Kida | Frollo | Quasi]

(( Social Meeting room for Frollo or anyone staying at his Castle. ))

[Jafar || Ratcliffe]

Jafar stood next to his master, looking at the doors, awaiting for the arrival of the Britsh trader. His eyes narrowed as he heard steps from afar and the door´s knob started to turn. Ratcliffe was there. He´d have to see if it was safe for Frollo.

Ratcliffe entered with a bored expression, escorted by some of the guards.
"I do not need such a ceremony, Respectfull Archdeacon." Ratcliffe said, waving his hand at the soldiers. "I am merely a business man, you do not need to fear an attempt from me."

[Clopin | Kida | Frollo | Quasi]

"Ever since the Gypsies have intruded my palace, I have to keep it secure. Any witchcraft that reaches into this atmosphere can be deadly." Frollo said, looking out the window. He waved the soliders away and they followed his orders, shutting the door, leaving the three there. Frollo turned, "Ah, Ratcliffe. Long time no see old friend. Trade going swell I believe?"

[Jafar || Ratcliffe]

Ratcliffe nodded, sitting down and reaching for a small bottle of wine, which he poured on a perfectly built crystal glass he took a sip in.
"I see. Those gypsies have been a real pebble in our shoes." he looked at Jafar and raised an eyebrow. "Is the Arabian man necessary for this meeting?"

Jafar frowned at the man, smiling politely after it, though. He could not lose his composure in the presence of Frollo. His past woul always chase and haunt him for what it seemed.
Tilting his head to the sides he awaited for his master´s reply.

[Clopin | Kida | Frollo | Quasi]

"Yes. He is my trusted Advisor. Unless you would liek this to be a more private discussion then simple trading routes I pressume?" A servant walks in quietly and swiftly, setting down a tray of Frollo's favorite wine and poured it into a gold glass. The servant left as quick as it came in.

[Jafar || Ratcliffe]

"No, that won´t be necessary." Ratcliffe waved off the matter, not really wanting to know about the Arab. Looking at Frollo he raised an eyebrow, slowly drinking his glass. "Trading routes? Oh, do tell, my friend."

Jafar raised an eyebrow aswell. Such a quick change of attitude. Slimy fat snake. Something was going on...

[Clopin | Kida | Frollo | Quasi]

"It seems that my informers tell me that Spain is demanding more trade from us. They found 'new land' with a bunch of savages. Sounds more in your field, doesn't it." Frollo said with a bit of a smirk at Ratcliffe.

[Jafar || Ratcliffe]

Ratcliffe looked at Frollo and raised his other eyebrow, humming softly.
"Savages, is it? I remember those from the indian shores. And what are you proposing?" he asked, suspicious about the situation.

[Clopin | Kida | Frollo | Quasi]

"Something you might be truely interested in." Frollo smirked. "Jafar, my trading folders please."

[Jafar || Ratcliffe]

Jafar nodded, walking to some safes and quickly opening them with the correct key. Bringing the folders to his master he stared at Ratcliffe, a large grin in his lips now.
"Here, my lord." he bowed and gave him some space.

[Clopin | Kida | Frollo | Quasi]

He took the folders and opened them. "As we Spain, a loyal friend to the French, request assistance with the savages across the seas. As the mission is completed and fullfilled, Spain will trade double the size of gold, silk, and spices with France at the same price." Frollo only read certain parts to catch attention. He looked up at Ratcliffe. "I could add England's name into that list of assistance."

[Jafar || Ratcliffe]

Ratcliffe listened to Frollo´s words carefully, his dark eyes following the Archdeacon´s lip movements intently, catching every single detail that could work on his favour.
"Very well...I see where your goal is aiming at." the trader nodded, once again filling his glass of wine, tilting his head to the side softly. "The main problem is how the English will react to your proposition. Do not forget that, after all, both parties are still bitter from the Hundred Years War."
Drinking slowly he smiled, getting an idea. "I do have my means of persuation though...remember the report on the corsaires of the Baltic Sea I once refered? It seems that beloved our beloved English monarch is driven away from those shores due to their rebellion. Economics are so unstable after a war, wouldn´t you agree? So why not make a deal with said corsaires? Control the source of fear...and England will eventually fear and respect you. And me, of course..."

Jafar leaned softly against Frollo, his eyes narrowed towards the trader. He did not know the man, but he seemed to be experienced in this kind of business, so they had to be especially careful about how they would handle the situation, and for all that he knew, Ratcliffe was not trust worthy. He was a british, after all.
"My Lord, this man obviously knows what he is talking about...however, something about him is a bit off in this deal. His fortune comes from England, so why would he try and put it under the power of France? We all know we would never grant him all privileges he wants..." he whispered so that only Frollo would listen. His eyes never stopped staring at Ratcliffe, who seemed curious about what Jafar was actually saying. "I suggest we send a proper emissary first, and try and get some information about the man´s contacts. What if this is a scheme from England to stab our backs?"

[Clopin | Kida | Frollo | Quasi]

Frollo put his hand up, to silence Jafar. "That's why I propose the idea. However, if you can persuade England to agree, I request assistance here in the very heart of Paris. Maybe you would like to take on that position and power for the time being?" Frollo asks, knowing perfectly well Ratcliffe was a back stabber and a liar to his own greed just as he is.