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Royal Gold Posh
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[[That is a good question. We are in no rush, and the end of the day is the perfect time to unwind with a little story, so I will indulge you with some detail.
I know it may be difficult to believe, but by goblin standards, Seshe is extraordinarily reasonable and open. I had originally convinced her give me some shop space through three arguments.
One, my proposition itself was... well, I cannot say I am proud of it, but I was younger and more reckless at the time. My proposition was to bottle magic at random and sell it at a high mark-up to the rich and bored. It functioned as a sort of dwarven roulette. They may gain a third eye that could see through time, or become irresistable to the opposite sex, or they could grow the face of a slug or have their arms explode. Unfortunately my already shady business model did not pan out the way I wished it and I ended up praying on gambling addicts most of all, but that was to her delight. As a goblin she has a powerful sense of schadenfreude, and my business model, while not much related to hers, amused her.
Two, I expressed that I really had no idea what I was doing. I admitted, truthfully, that I find her skill in working with machines much more fascinating then my natural ability to channel magic. Mages are infamously uptight and self-righteous, and I believe my self-depreciation did quite a bit to let her accept me.
And third, I pointed out that no magic shop would take me. I can be chaotic and dangerous, as proven by my plan of business. Besides, magic shops already have a magic user, who does not wish to be overshadowed by an underling with far greater power, albeit with far less control. Anybody who is rejected by the magical community is significantly more attractive to her.
My continued employment was due mainly to the money I was bringing in. My potions cost almost nothing to make and I charged very large sums, to try and weed out the reckless, the addicts, and the down-and-out. I soon learned that did not work, and for that niche of dangerously at-risk gamblers, they simply sold off their possessions or saved up to afford my potions anyway, but in either case I brought in a substantial amount of revenue to compliment her own, completely seperate client-base. Revenue of which I accepted fairly little, as my bills and needs were already paid for. I would say that she is now genuinely fond of me, despite my ties with magic.]]
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