[commerce/open] An economic debate

[Bailin]

[nospaces]

HP: 100% MP: 100% RH: Pre War Luger (lvl 20) LH: Fall Back Option (lvl 20) QS: Golden Hilt (lvl 21) AR: Flak Jacket (lvl 21)

WC: 484 = 363/ Gold: 121 TWC: 363 Tags @blazeedge  Arthur Theme Song TS Credits Cortana

On a warm summer’s eve the warden sat down at his desk, his hands folded together behind his head, his thoughts running rampant as they oft did when he was bored or left to his own device. [break][break] What is economy, how does it work, does it work, where does it come from, what would fringe on the outskirts of the familiar word, yet what was the meaning of it? The warden knew everybody had a basic understanding, himself included. It was, as far as he knew, not something one could touch directly, an ethereal thing that existed in the mind of humanity. All participated yet there was not a single institute or company of which one could say: that is economy. [break][break] Money, for example was a mere token or part of it, yet it held people in such sway that they would murder for it. Wars had been fought over it, people had been bought and sold, commodities such as food or clothing had been paid for with money. In this world it were golden coins, back home it was either coins, paper or digital. In the ancient days it had been trade, a commodity for a commodity. [break][break] Both systems held in common that those with the better wits and luck were able to become wealthier than others. Yet still, the unseen beast of economics was present but remained unseen, lingering just beyond the clutches of man. [break][break] And so the warden’s mind ventured forth, attempting to capture, slay and dissect the beast. Back home he had only picked up some things at school and from his parents, but it never did hold much sway over him. There was little adventure in it, yet here in this world, procuring funds could very well mean life or death. [break][break] Sighing he picked up his notebook and quill. His mind was intrigued and as such he felt compelled to write things down, lest the thoughts remained lingering in his mind, only to make an appearance later or at times unwanted. [break][break] With careful strokes he wrote the tittle and his questions. They would serve as a guideline for his writing, lest he’d create a forest of words, a maze for those who did not understand his mind nor able to find anything himself at a later time. [break][break] With the outline written down, Bailin sighed, doing this alone would provide him with little insights or rather: only his own. This would result in a rather biased thesis and as such make it fit as toilet paper, rather than a case study that would either break or define this world’s economy. [break][break] And thus he had decided. He would post a notice somewhere and see who would walk in to join a debate regarding the economy, both the theoretical part as well as the practical uses; for both cases he hoped there would be a debate about this world and back home.[break][break]

*Edit: OC note: The location is the Vylbrand Guild Hall, the Old Royal Naval Academy. Presume when you arrive there you will be led to Bailin in one of the rooms*

[Arthur]

01

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Armor: starter plate metal
Weapon: starter great hammer

STAT

Buffs: none
Debuffs: none

After having explained himself to one of the doormen, Arthur followed a Lander man dressed in colourful livery through the halls of Old Parliament. He passed groups of discussing and debating adventurers and quarreling Landers as he and his guide made their way through the building. A short while ago Arthur had found a notice inviting anyone to speak about economics. Arthur felt that some insight in this world's finances would prove beneficial in the long run. In his other life Arthur has worked as a self employed carpenter. Business was a normal part of life, but here he couldn't be sure that things were the same. Inflation, taxes, supply and demand, there was no telling how things would work now that a game had evolved into a living world.

Next to a large set of doors Arthur saw a plaque stating the area he was about to enter was the Vylbrand Guild Hall. His guide opened the door for him and motioned for him to enter. Arthur stepped inside, and turned around.
"So where do I go now?" he asked.
"Just go straight," said his guide as he slowly closed the door. "It's the second on the left. Mister Bailin is the one with the eyepatch and the long black coat. You can't miss him."
With that the door shut with a soft click and Arthur was alone in the large guild hall. Not literally alone, there were a few adventurers here and there, but compared to the size of the hall, they could just as well not have been there.
Arthur went ahead through the hall and made for the door. Although not as large as the entrance, the double doors still dwarfed Arthur's six foot frame. One of them was slightly ajar. Arthur knocked once and pushed open the door.
"Hello?" he said as he stepped in. "I'm here for the economy discussion. I was told I could find Bailin here."

OOC NOTES: Arthur is not wearing armour
TAGS: Bailin
WORD COUNT POST: 324
WORD COUNT THREAD: 324

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Music: Sarafan Stronghold

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The cacophony of numerous voices echoed throughout the open hall of Vylbrand Academy's guildhall, a magnificent landmark that at one time had been the Royal Naval Academy of the United Kingdom. The guild master, Bailin, who was an old friend of Dumah's, had posted a notice for a conference discussing the state of the economy. Being a guild master of one of the larger guilds in Londinium, Bailin had quite a bit of influence and fame to his name. Some time after the meeting had begun, Dumah approached the entrance to Vylbrand Academy. The face of the doorkeeper welcoming and guiding visitors came to a bit of a smile as he approached the black-haired guild master approach. "Ah, Mr. Iino. It's nice to see you participating in Bailin's meeting."

The self-proclaimed Spellsword smiled handsomely as he approached, his hands behind his back as he walked with a formal air. "Thank you. Bailin and I have quite a history, and a discussion regarding the economy - and any other such infrastructure of this world - intrigues me. I presume Bailin is hosting this debate in the usual hall?"

The welcoming man offered a nod as he spoke. "Yes, normally I would lead you to him myself but I have no doubt that you know the way yourself. After all, you have been here quite a few times in the past."

Dumah smiled and patted the man's shoulder as he passed. "Of course. I will go on ahead then, I would not want to take you from your job." With that, the Spellsword continued through the large guildhall, finding a large room with countless people, and at the center of it all: Bailin, Dumah's old friend and fellow guild master. He smiled a bit as he caught sight of his old friend, walking towards the one-eyed fellow, smiling and speaking in a friendly tone. "Look at you, becoming quite the economist." Dumah firmly shook Bailin's hand, placing his free hand on the host's shoulder. "It is nice to see you, old friend. I heard of your meeting here today." The reception and apparent reputations of the two guild masters was like night and day; while many Adventurers respected Bailin for his position as guild master of Vylbrand Academy, this logic was not necessarily universal, as rumors had tainted Dumah's reputation - and that of his guild, Noihara - a while ago when the man had purchased Westminster Abbey to serve as his guildhall. Almost all had heard of the rumors surrounding Dumah, that he had threatened people with denial of the Cathedral's respawning function and forced many of his guild's members to join through such threats. As he had entered the hall and approached Bailin, many Adventurers were eyeing him with suspicious, almost threatening glares, leaning to their acquaintances and exchanging hushed whispers. Despite the man's notoriety, no People of The Land had shown such disdain, as they had nothing to fear, given their lives were already unfortunately fated to end, as well as their respect had been earned by Dumah many times before as he had helped them on countless occasions. He did his best to ignore the piercing glares as he focused his attention on his friend. "So I read that this meeting is to focus on the economic state of Londinium, what exactly do you intend to discuss here?"

Words: 556 | Total Words: 417 | Gold: 139
Tags: Bailin Arthur
Coding by Sayha of LH

[Deleted]

Dorian HP: 100% MP: 100%

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Penny, penny, easily spent.
Copper brown and worth one cent.

Nickel, nickel, thick and fat;
You're worth five cents, I know that.

Dime, dime, little and thin;
I remember, you're worth ten.

Quarter, quarter, big and bold;
You're worth twenty-five I'm told!

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The flap of paper rustled in the wind as Dorian held the flimsy notice up against the air, both hands gripped tight over the edges of the parchment. It had been a while since he had taken up the call of a piece of paper pinned to a notice board, but this one had quite intrigued him; despite the fact he had no inclination towards who it was that had made the notice. A sir 'Bailin' as he was labelled here, guild master of the Vylbrand Academy, yet another guild that was prominent within Londinium. The Shaman had heard inklings, nuggets of information about what the guild was, but with so little time to himself these days, especially due to the work for his own guild, the realm of Adventurer organisations beyond Ephemeral Solace was a little bit out of his jurisdiction.

That being said, two very important factors had drawn him to snag the notice from the board and read it over himself; he hoped that this Bailin character had put out multiple... perhaps he should not have abruptly taken the paper for himself, in hindsight a rather selfish mistake. But, what was done was done, and if need be he could apologise in full to the man himself soon. Now, back to those two important factors. Number 1; the notice in question was an invitation to an economical debate, to discuss the theoretical and practical aspects of the current state of affairs within the city itself. A worthy goal was no doubt in the organiser's mind, but it would not do to let others dictate such an important part of society without giving one's... well, two cents. Excuse the pun.

Economy was not one of the Shaman's strong suits, but luckily, reading was, and so on his way to the esteemed Old Royal Naval Academy - where Vylbrand had made themselves home - Dorian had stopped into his new favourite place in Londinium, the Library. There, he summarily gathered a selection of tomes on currency and economy that would benefit him in the days conversations. Besides, if he could not contribute to the debate, he could at least be present to take notes and monitor what went on. Which brings us to important factor number 2; presence. It was safe to assume that, as a leader of quite a popular guild, Bailin's debate would undoubtedly attract attention from the other guilds and their leaders. Dorian had yet to hear from Charuen if she would be attending, but in such a rush, he wished not to burden the dilemma onto her.

And so, here he was, one of the Officers for Ephemeral Solace, making his way to what may be quite an occasion for the city and all it's inhabitants, to not only make a presence for his guild, and himself, but also to have at least a partial say in where things went. Of course, this could just be something of a discussion, and nothing more, but one should always be prepared. In fact, that's exactly what the Shaman was harmoniously humming under his breath as he walked the last few streets towards his destination; 'Be Prepared', a quite maliciously written ballad from the hit Disney animated musical movie, The Lion King. An old favourite of Dorian's, and quite the masterpiece of theatre it had been back in the day. Perhaps he could attempt at running such a play in the future, most likely in the Dimensional Theatre. But, as always, he was getting ahead of himself.

"Yes our teeth and ambitions are bared, be prepared!" The Shaman would sing the last few lines of the canticle as his footsteps brought him to the door of the Royal Naval Academy; and what an impressive sight it was to behold. He had heard of the guild's more militaristic style and flamboyance, but to see it first hand in it's hall and the few people that were entering and leaving, it certainly gave Dorian pause. It's always good to see you lose your calm demeanour every once in a while, cooed Aurelia from within the figment of his mind, the Shikigami's voice giving off a teasing tone as it rolled from the depths of his mental capacities. "Hey, it's not my fault being a Shaman requires a level of... tranquillity." Even as the words left his mouth, he knew he was just making excuses.

The two compatriots simply joined each other in a small fit of laughter, before calming themselves with a few deep breaths. Dorian made to check himself over, to be certain he was presentable for such an occasion. He was in his normal attire, though even that was fanciful in certain company; his hands brushed down the lines of his cashmere coat, fluffing it up and tugging it down against his shoulders, making sure it sat comfortably on his form. Brushing his hands down his front, he glanced down to the side of his waist, where he normally kept the sheath for his sword. He had modified the belt recently, so that the sword would run across the back of his body, instead of dangling against his side and hitting his leg whenever he walked. The hilt was conveniently positioned protruding out just a ways from behind his hip, on the right side, so that he could easily reach back with his sword arm - a.k.a. the right arm - and unsheathe it in one swift movement.

Just above his shoulder, his other weapon hovered aimlessly in the air just a few inches shy of his head, a dazzling crystal ball, made to look like an orb of ice that had formed into a beautiful snow globe. The Enchanted Snowglobe, as it was called, simply remained idle in it's floatation, waiting for it's next order; hopefully that wouldn't be any time soon, but like we said earlier, one must always be prepared. Nevertheless, with everything set and in order, Dorian made forward, pushing on the front of the door and slipping inside of the guild hall. Already his mind became a bit lost in just the entryway, unsure of where to go next and simply following the forward path of the hallway. Finally, after much wandering, he came across a guide, one who seemed to be expecting him, or at least those like him.

"Ah, you must be here for the meeting, I presume? You look quite the... dignitary," the humble guide spoke, his eyes glancing over the Shaman's rather strange, casual yet formal attire. No doubt with his weapons on display he must be giving this man quite the nervous twitch. Dorian merely nodded in reply, bowing his head afterwards with respect. "I seem to be lost, however... Would you be able to direct me towards the meeting location?" The man blinked as the calming words left the Shaman's parted lips, a relieved sigh escaping him as he nodded in turn and gestured for Dorian to follow. Gladly stepping forward, he caught the man in stride, following his lead towards where the other gathered guests were to meet.

"Right here, sir... Should you have need of me further, I will most likely be around." And with those final words, the man disappeared down a hallway, leaving Dorian in front of a simple door that seemed to have been left ajar, no doubt by whoever had just entered before him. With light steps, he once again slipped through into the room, politely closing the door behind him and rounding himself on the inhabitants already there. Three gentlemen had so far arrived, one of which was undoubtedly Bailin, his appearance quite obvious beside the other two in his near vicinity. The second, Dorian did not quite recognise, an older gentleman with considerably greyed hair. And, of course, just as he had assumed, Dumah was here as well, the Noiharan Guild Master; though, of course, without an inspection of his interface, the Swashbuckler probably would not recognise the Shaman, as the last time they met was before Dorian had taken the Appearance Change potion.

Stand tall, chest out, straighten your back; you may have the levels, but presentation is everything when it comes to meetings like this. Dorian rolled his eyes, but of course he followed through marginally, his posture becoming a bit more presentable and professional as he clasped his hands together behind his back, lifting his chest up just the slightest bit extra. "I saw your notice, Mufas... ah..." Oops, looks like someone had Lion King on the brain. Dorian smacked his hand over his face, before quickly shaking his head, regaining his composure and releasing a cough as he stepped towards the group. "I saw your notice, Bailin; I trust I am in the right place for the... economic discussions?" The Shaman bowed towards each of the gentlemen as he arrived among them, lingering over Dumah as he gave a gentle smile and a curt nod. "A pleasure to see you again, sir Dumah."

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Notes: Current Attire - Neourban Threads
Word Count: 1495
Tags: Bailin Arthur @dumah | @blazeedge

Coded by @serenityspace of LH

[Bailin]

[nospaces]

HP: 100% MP: 100% RH: Pre War Luger (lvl 20) LH: Fall Back Option (lvl 20) QS: Golden Hilt (lvl 21) AR: Flak Jacket (lvl 21)

WC: 606 (515)/ 151 gold TWC: 878/ 272 g Tags @serenityspace Arthur  @dumah Theme Song TS Credits Cortana

After some time the players started entering the game. First to enter was a new face, an elderly, brown-eyed and spectacle wearing man. When the man entered Bailin did not look up, merely gave the man a quick glance before speaking: “Yes, be seated.” As he gestured to one of the chairs in the room and continuing his work. Surely there would be more to come. [break][break] The next one to enter was Dumah, whilst others came and left, leaving or delivering papers and other things. Dumah walked up to the warden and made a remark at him becoming an economist and placing a hand on the warden’s shoulder, prompting the warden to stand up and greet the swashbuckler properly with a handshake, yet the warden’s face remained cold as ever, as if it was carved from stone. “In due time.” Was all the warden said at Dumah’s inquiry regarding the more detailed matter of the intended discussion of the day. [break][break] The last to enter was Dorian, a chap whom the warden had met before, somewhere at some time. Dorian introduced himself promptly, either misspeaking or attempting a joke of sorts and as a result slapped himself in the face before regaining his composure. “You are.” The warden spoke, gesturing towards one of the chairs. [break][break] Waiting for his guests to be seated the warden stood up and sat down at upon the front end of his desk, as a ways to avoid him being portrayed as either a frightened man hiding behind his desk or an arrogant man who thought himself to be better than the others. Sitting upon his desk gave him a position of superior height, a non-verbal way of telling the others he was in charge as he was the host, as well as being able to maintain over sight and some form of mobility. [break][break] “Gentleman, you have come here of your own volition in response to my request to hold a meeting regarding the economical state of this world. I thank you for coming. I am indeed Bailin. I know both Dumah and Dorian; however, I am not aware of your name nor have we been properly introduced. It is a pleasure to meet you.” He spoke, courteous, yet cold as he ever did, looking at Arthur. “I have prepared some small subjects, however, as this is to be a more vivid form of discussion your input will be greatly appreciated. Please be thorough and clear with your answers and questions. Presume all others are less smart than you are, or perhaps little children, and you have to explain idea or vision to them. This is no insult to you nor your intelligence, the goal is to be as clear on matters as we can be.” The warden explained. [break][break] “As for our first subject: what is economy?” he asked his peers. “Would one describe it as a barter system, a system where we trade items we have for items we need. The demand and offering deciding the worth of each item. Or do we describe economy as a monetary system, at which a certain coin or piece of paper holds a certain value and items or services hold certain values, to be acquired with the set amount of coins or paper?” the warden continued and explained. [break][break] “Or perhaps there is something you have thought of and you would like to share or adjust this hypothesis. I deem it wiser to first create the basis of this discussion, which equals to: what is economy, how do we define it?” he continued. Then he kept silent as to allow his peers to voice their opinions. [break][break]

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There were pros and cons to running on your own schedule. The pros was that you were never late to your own appointments, you could do things at your own pace, and there was no rush. The cons or rather con was that no one else worked off your timeline… which meant that you could be late. Then again, being late wasn’t a totally horrible thing. The plus side of Saiph being late that day was that he figured he should buy and bring in coffee and tea… hopefully that would work as a good enough excuse for being late.

Saiph had joined Vybrand Academy on a whim after seeing one of their guild flyers around Londinium. He had met the guild leader, Bailin, briefly as he was the one who approved of his joining the guild. Since then, Saiph had become familiar with the guild house which was located in what was once the Royal Naval Academy. His current rank was just the entry rank which was called a year one cadet. He had hoped to increase his rank in the guild, but so far, no guild activities had popped up for him to participate in and complete. He hoped that Bailin might consider him joining in on the discussion as something towards his rank… though that would only work if he was even there… and he wasn’t… at least not yet.

Saiph had gotten the order of coffee, tea, and pastries from the coffee shop he frequented and was now in front of the guild house. He walked up and went through the doors, nodding at the other cadet that was put in charge of directing guests to where the discussion would take place. He already knew where to go and simply made his way there and into the room. It seems he met the meet-and-greet beginning portion and Bailin had begun to talk about the main focus of the discussion: what was economy.

Saiph had taken a few economy classes when he got his business degree and had some first-hand experience by having his own business back in the other world. Though instead of speaking up right away, Saiph opted to go over to one of the stands in the back of the room and put the drinks and snacks there from his inventory. Then he opted to take a seat somewhere in the back and watch everyone else. The only other person in the room he knew was Dorian, and he hadn’t expected to see the Shaman there. Though, this kind of discussion could draw an interesting array of people… honestly, he was surprised that Sayha had declined the idea of going… apparently she had other things more important to do… or something like that… in any case, Saiph was there now… and hopefully no one cared too much that he was late.

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((Personal Note: AP to here Claimed))

Words: 477
Bailin Arthur @dumah @serenityspace
Coding by Sayha of LH

[tzuf23]

As of now I have decided that I will continue writing about the events following my return to Londinium in this journal.

After finding the poster regarding the debate I had decided that the best course of action, was to try and familiarize myself with the events that had come to pass during my absence. Out of the people that I was aware would be most likely to be inclined to assist me in doing so. The only person I had any idea of the location of was Bailin. thus I had decided, that this debate was the best way to approach him and any other persons that might assist me in understanding the status of the Londinium currently.

Following that line of thought I had started running in the direction of the guild hall as I was already almost late to the debate. I was starting to near the Academy and could already see it. Distracted I fell on an old piece of wood that was laying on the road getting up I saw a white haired young man entering the academy. After seeing him disappear into the building I stood up and started walking towards the Academy. Entering through the door I saw a man standing near the door. I then proceeded to ask him where the debate was being held and was shown to a door that has just been opened. “The debate is being held in this room” and then left returning back to his business. Through the door I heard
Bailin’s voice. I then walked through the door and sat down on one of the chairs quietly. Waiting for the debate to unfold.

WC:278
Tags:@saiph Bailin @dumah Arthur @serenityspace

[Fallout]

Fallout walked down the stone paths of Londinium towards the Old Royal Naval Academy, making his way to the Vylbrand Guild Hall. He had heard word of a meeting being held by a Warden named Bailin which would discuss the economics of Elder Tale, deciding it would be a wise choice Fall decided to go in the Bunny Unions name.

‘I don't consider it a wise choice to mess with the economics of this world but I guess it was gonna happen regardless, from what i've heard this guy knows his stuff so I guess he can be trusted with this task’

He had made his way to the Old Royal Naval Academy and had found his way to into Vylbrand guild hall, it was a large building and indeed showed signs of age. When entering a middle aged female stood waiting inside.

“I am assuming you are here for the discussion about the economics, I will guide you to the meeting room” She said before walking down a corridor. Following Fall noticed how well kept the building was, walls decorated with paintings of ships and other vessels. The guide opened a door leading to a room filled with other adventures, none of which he knew. It appeared the meeting had just justed, quietly taking a seat he listened in to what was going on.

‘Ive never really been interested in these sorts of things but I guess its needed, after all it could affect the guild’

The warden proceed to to explain the economics of elder tale and discuss how it works, listening in Fallout already had questions.

“You said the economical state of this world, did you mean that there are issues with it?”

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Words- 286
Tags- Bailin Arthur @dumah @serenityspace @saiph tzuf23

[Neferata]

Neferata walked around, going towards the Old Royal Naval Academy and making her way to the Vylbrand Guild Hall. She had heard that a Warden named Bailin would discuss with the others about the economics of Elder Tale. She could go if she wants to, she knows of economics, but the economics in Elder Tale? Only… a bit, perhaps? But economy is economy, I guess.

“About the economics…” The green-haired Swashbuckler muttered to herself. “… Though, what about it? Is there… something wrong about this world’s economy?” But then she shrugged and continued, “Well, I’ll forget about it, but there must be some reason why.”

Neferata had made her way to the Old Royal Naval Academy and had found her way to into the Vylbrand Guild Hall. It was a large building and indeed showed signs of age. When entering a room, a man stood by the door. “Umm, excuse me, Sir, but is the debate being held here in this room?” The Swashbuckler asked the man, wondering if the economical debate is occurring in that room.

“Yes, miss. I assume you’re here for it as well?” The man replied and later asked, and Neferata nodded as a reply. “Thank you, Sir.” Then she proceeded to enter the room. As she did, she saw two familiar faces. Fallout, an Assassin and fellow member of the Bunny Union, a guild she’s in. And Dorian, the Shaman she had met before in Grain Village.

She greeted the others in here. “Oh… good morning, everyone.” Then she sat down on one of the vacant chairs. Then later on the meeting has begun, the Warden, Bailin, discussing about what is economy and about the economics of Elder Tale.

“Are there things wrong about the economical state of this world?” Neferata asked after some discussing. “If so, then what are those issues?”

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WORD COUNT: 307

TOTAL WORD COUNT: 230

GOLD: 76.75 = 76

TAGS: Bailin Arthur @dumah @serenityspace @saiph tzuf23 Fallout

NOTES: ---

[Bailin]

[nospaces]

HP: 100% MP: 100% RH: Pre War Luger (lvl 20) LH: Fall Back Option (lvl 20) QS: Golden Hilt (lvl 21) AR: Flak Jacket (lvl 21)

WC: 484(411)/ 121 gold TWC: 1289/ 393 g Tags Arthur @dumah @serenityspace  Fallout Neferata @saiph tzuf23 Theme Song TS Credits Cortana

As the time progressed several things happened, almost flowing seamlessly through the conversation. First of all, Arthur had fallen asleep. Dumah seemed to be more interested with his own thoughts, rather than sharing them as though was the intended goal of the debate. Dorian also fell silent rather quickly. However there was a slow trickle of new blood that joined the group, making the warden hope that they would be able to get things going once more. [break][break] First of the newcomers was Saiph, one of Vylbrand’s newer recruits, he was soon to be followed by a rather familiar face, one the warden did not expect to enlist in his guild, let alone join this debate, as the two had a sort of history when it came to ideas and debates. Third in line was one of the ‘rabbits’ or bunnies as they preferred to call themselves. As the name suggested, they had sprung up and multiplied as their namesakes. This one was called Fallout and unlike the previous newcomers he had asked a question, a rather vague yet important question. ‘Is there something wrong with this system?’ was what the warden had interpreted. As far as he was concerned it was not, bar the fact that he hardly understood the mechanics of the entire thing. Lastly to join in was another bunny, again showing their skill of multiplication. This one, called Neferata, greeted everyone nicely, with a curt nod from Bailin to be received in return. Neferata more or less asked the same question as Fallout, as far as the warden could make out and so he set to ponder for a short while, allowing others to possibly formulate their own thoughts. [break][break] And then he spoke, cold as he ever did, yet kinder than usual: “Welcome all, I had just asked what kind of system those present think this world uses, it being a barter or trading styled system, or perhaps a monetary system? To answer your questions: I don’t know if there are issues with the system for I know not what system is used. That is one of the primary functions or goals of this debate.” [break][break] “Perhaps a practical example would be well in place.” The warden spoke, “I walk into the forest, I kill a goblin. The goblin drops twenty golden coins as loot. I gather said loot and walk into town. I buy a bread from a baker for two of those golden coins. Now I ask of you: How did the goblin get the money? Where did he get it from? Why does the bread cost two golden coins? Why does a golden coin have the value it has? Do we place it upon it or is there something else?” the warden asked, gentle yet cold of his peers and paused, allowing them to answer his cannonade of questions with no solid answer, yet a great scientific, philosophical value. [break][break]