There was a special loathing in Verad's heart for Vesper Bay. He'd been unable to put his finger on the why of it for some time. In the past, he'd attributed his dislike of it to the ostentation of it, the splendor, the luxury, the sheer undubiousness of the place. From its ability to house any ship Limsa could provide to the grand statue of Lolorito in its plaza, a display of the Syndicate lord's self-image made flesh, to the lack of grunge or grime beyond the workers - and they were kept well out of sight -it was all so respectable.
Those reasons still held true; even now, as he surveyed the surroundings, he had to fight to keep a sneer of disdain off of his face. As he had learned some moons ago on the cliffside of the Silver Bazaar, however, there were other reasons for his dislike, and it was those reasons that brought him here today.
First, he had to confirm the truth of what he'd been told, of what that boy had said as he'd thrown Verad's gil over the cliff side, for himself. A simple plaque near the Bay's offices of noteworthy benefactors was all it took, though Verad had never felt himself quite so sickened by reading a pair of words.
From there, it was a short march into the offices themselves, where he placed his hand on a receptionist's desk too quickly, spoke too quickly, to be asked if he had an appointment, or if there was prior business, or any other means of seeing him away. He put on his best, most dazzling smile, one known to blind those with exceptionally keen sight (or so he told himself).
"I do beg your pardon, ma'am," he told the man before him, who looked up from a set of papers with appropriate confusion. "But I was curious about the collective ownership of the Bay. Are the records of investors open to the public? If, say, one wanted to learn how much of a stake a company had in the enterprise?"
The receptionist was quick to offer a shake of his head. "Nay, sir," he replied. "That information is available to the investors themselves and through appropriate brokers, but not to any duskwight that comes in off the street." He gave Verad a pointed look. This only broadened his smile.
"Ah, but I am hardly any duskwight!" He bowed his head in his usual elaborate flourish. "Verad Bellveil, ma'am, of Bellveil Enterprises, as the plaque outside indicates. I've come to claim my dividends."
Those reasons still held true; even now, as he surveyed the surroundings, he had to fight to keep a sneer of disdain off of his face. As he had learned some moons ago on the cliffside of the Silver Bazaar, however, there were other reasons for his dislike, and it was those reasons that brought him here today.
First, he had to confirm the truth of what he'd been told, of what that boy had said as he'd thrown Verad's gil over the cliff side, for himself. A simple plaque near the Bay's offices of noteworthy benefactors was all it took, though Verad had never felt himself quite so sickened by reading a pair of words.
From there, it was a short march into the offices themselves, where he placed his hand on a receptionist's desk too quickly, spoke too quickly, to be asked if he had an appointment, or if there was prior business, or any other means of seeing him away. He put on his best, most dazzling smile, one known to blind those with exceptionally keen sight (or so he told himself).
"I do beg your pardon, ma'am," he told the man before him, who looked up from a set of papers with appropriate confusion. "But I was curious about the collective ownership of the Bay. Are the records of investors open to the public? If, say, one wanted to learn how much of a stake a company had in the enterprise?"
The receptionist was quick to offer a shake of his head. "Nay, sir," he replied. "That information is available to the investors themselves and through appropriate brokers, but not to any duskwight that comes in off the street." He gave Verad a pointed look. This only broadened his smile.
"Ah, but I am hardly any duskwight!" He bowed his head in his usual elaborate flourish. "Verad Bellveil, ma'am, of Bellveil Enterprises, as the plaque outside indicates. I've come to claim my dividends."
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Current Fate-14 Storyline:Â Merchant, Marine
Current Fate-14 Storyline:Â Merchant, Marine
