The Merchant and Tavern Master

Cordelia and Geoffrey

Realizing that I had stumbled upon a fortuitous encounter, the revelation of his family name hinted at the prestigious lineage from which he hailed. The Gemheart name resonated with renown, particularly known for their expertise in dealing with precious stones.

"It is truly an honor to make the acquaintance of the esteemed Gemheart family. I apologize for my earlier informality, Sir Gemheart," I expressed, acknowledging his prominent lineage.

"No need for such formalities, lad. Let us dispense with the pleasantries, for we find ourselves in a casual setting," he replied, dismissing the need for excessive politeness.

"Thank you kindly, Sir Geoffrey," I replied, adjusting my tone accordingly. "How may I be of service to you?"

"There is nothing in particular," Geoffrey replied, his gaze shifting toward the poster girl. "I simply seek the company of another to engage in conversation, particularly regarding our intriguing poster girl."

"Are you personally acquainted with Miss Cordelia, sir?" I inquired.

Geoffrey nodded, a knowing smile gracing his lips. "Indeed, I am. It was two years ago when I recommended her for a position in this very tavern. But do you know what she did before that?"

Curiosity piqued, I leaned in closer, eager to hear his revelation. "No, sir. Please enlighten me."

Leaning closer, Geoffrey whispered softly, his words laden with secrecy. "She was once a courtesan in the renowned House of Lilies, and quite famous in her profession."

The revelation shed light on Cordelia's seductive demeanor and captivating allure. It became evident that her entire persona, from her body language to her attitude, was a carefully honed business tool.

"Has she truly retired from her life at the brothel?" I probed, seeking further clarification.

Geoffrey paused for a moment, his expression thoughtful. "That was indeed her initial intention," he replied. His response left room for speculation, and I couldn't help but wonder if she was still involved in that line of work.

"According to her, the reason she decided to retire at the age of 25 was due to the intense competition among the courtesans, particularly when young newcomers joined the establishment," he explained. "I happened to be one of her clients at the time, fortunate enough to hear her grievances."

I was taken aback since I knew that brothels typically have restrictions against serving married individuals and priests. But I don't know if this middle aged person is married or not, so I casually let it not occupy my mind.

"That's when you felt sympathy for her situation and offered her assistance, leading her to find employment in this tavern," I deduced, piecing together the narrative from Geoffrey's account.

"Yes, that's correct," Geoffrey confirmed. "However, unexpected events unfolded thereafter."

I leaned in, fully engrossed in the unfolding tale as Geoffrey continued. His storytelling had a dramatic flair that captured my undivided attention.

"Several patrons who frequented this very tavern recognized Cordelia, and they made requests for her services during the night."

"Isn't it against the city's laws to engage in that kind of service outside of registered brothels?" I questioned, highlighting the potential legal implications.

Geoffrey nodded in agreement. "Indeed, it is prohibited by the law. However, the law does not explicitly prohibit individuals from offering gifts to one another, does it?" he stated, pointing out a loophole that had eluded my knowledge. "On the surface, it appears as though these individuals are simply showering her with gifts to court her. But what transpires behind closed doors remains uncertain, as no concrete evidence can substantiate the nature of their interactions."

His words shed light on a murky and potentially illicit realm, where the line between courtship and more secretive endeavors blurred in the shadows.

As our conversation continued, a steaming bowl of beef stew forcefully placed between me and Geoffrey, as if determined to put a stop to our discussion.

"Here is your order, Takahiko," It was Cordelia.

The atmosphere suddenly turned cold, leaving me caught in the middle of their exchange.

Cordelia, displaying neither fear nor deference, pressed on with her words.

"Sir Geoffrey, I am eternally grateful to you for introducing me to this tavern," she began, her tone measured but firm. Surprisingly, Sir Geoffrey remained silent, his demeanor resembling that of a chastised child.

Cordelia continued with her voice holding a touch of admonishment, "Nevertheless, I would greatly appreciate it if you refrained from spreading unfounded rumors about me to Takahiko."

Sir Geoffrey, visibly flustered, abruptly rose from his seat and swiftly excused himself, "I... I must take my leave now. Thank you for your time, Takahiko. I hope we may have the opportunity to engage in business together," he stammered, before hurriedly making his escape, leaving me unable to offer a reply.

"..." Silence lingered between Cordelia and me, the weight of the awkwardness hanging in the air. Realizing that I had only heard one side of the story from Sir Geoffrey, and sensing Cordelia's own struggle to find the right words, I decided to take the initiative.

"Do you want to talk after this, Cordelia?"

A smile of relief spread across Cordelia's face. "Two hours from now, at the Rusty Dagger," she replied, suggesting a meeting place for our discussion.