100 female short swords, long swords
200 male short swords, long swords and halberds.
150 female Halberds
250 female spears
500 male spears
500 fire pots
600 rolls of bandages
100 splints
600 rolls of sinew
600 rolls of thread
1000 needles
Calilla tapped her fingernails against the arm of her white wicker chair as she read the list for the umpteenth time. Arelienbur had given it to her some hours ago, an order for Brywulf's Eored. Of course, the original had been written in the Westron alphabet and Calilla's grasp of those symbols was shaky at best. Thoughtful as ever, and more insightful than she often appeared, Arelienbur had helpfully sketched each item upon the list which had allowed the Khandish woman to transcribe it into her own people's script for peace of mind. She had no wish to miss even a single item of the order lest her friend feel shamed. From what she had gleaned through their talks, there were all too many who would be more than willing to jump upon even a perceived failing in an effort to cast Arelienbur in a bad light before her husband. Calilla did not understand such jealousies - they were petty, pointless and ultimately destructive - but knowing of them at all made her want to support Arelienbur in any way that she could.
Calilla sighed, a soft hissing sound escaping through her teeth. She had plenty of the items in stock, there was more in storage than on display, but not of the correct style or in the necessary numbers. The easiest and most expedient method would be to call in some favours from her less savoury contacts around Bree-Land, but she suspected that Arelienbur would be most displeased if the origin of such items came to light. Better then to take a more legitimate path in this case. It would take longer, but the quality would be higher.
Atop that was a large list of requirements as ordered by Emdhir. Healing supplies for the most part. Thankfully, contraband flowers and herbs were a lot less likely to come across her counter so his dissatisfaction was less of a concern.
Luckily, her years posing as a traveling merchant had resulted in her having a good number of connections in various villages between Eriador and Khand. Some few would surely be willing to take a large order for the right price. If she spread the orders between manufacturers, then that should expedite matters. That she rarely took her wagon out of Eastglen complicated matters, but not enough to prove a true problem. All she needed was someone able to write missives in Westron and some speedy couriers.
Her thoughts turned to Seaver. He would be able to perform the former task and may even be able to aid her in finding the latter. She had rarely seen him since the night of the wedding party and their interactions had been strictly business, but this was of no importance. Even had she the inclination to turn her thoughts to personal matters at that time, she would still have spared little of it upon the matter of a bed sans Seaver. Friendship aside, their nocturnal activities had never come with an emotional attachment. Nothing had changed for her in that regard.
Business first. Visit Seaver, acquire the letters, get them sent, receive confirmation of her order and make the relevant arrangements. Then, perhaps, she might consider turning her mind to the other problems she may soon face.
