The Prince of Regalport looked down on the merchant. “Merchant Ahziz, do you have anything else to say before your verdict is laid out?” Sadness in his eyes and steel in his voice.
“Only that by the Sovereign Hosts I am sorry to those I have harmed and accept your judgement my Lord.” Ahziz looked up to the Prince from his box.
They were in the Justice hall of the Keep in Regalport. There were members of the upper class (mostly wealthy merchants), Lords of the region, and representatives of the different guilds in the city. The trial had been fair by all accounts and though the Captain had escaped his few guards that had been part of the group had not. They had all been tried and found guilty. There was even talk that they, along with their captain had been working for another Prince. The whole ordeal had become something of a tale of both revenge and protection as Ahziz was now seen as a savior of his Prince for showing the treachory and a mad man with revenge in his heart.
The Prince knew all of this. He also knew that the rumours were true, that indeed the Capitan had been brought over to the side of his greatest rival in the principalities. By bringing all this to light Aziz had saved him and the region from falling under that of another. The way he did it could not be excused. “Merchant Aziz. All your holdings will be transferred to the window and family of Gordon A’don, the guard you killed. You will not be put to death today. You will be exiled from the Principalities to never return.”
Ahziz looked up with both relief and sorrow. He said nothing.
The Prince looked dead in to his eyes. “You will have no home here. You killed an innocent man in revenge. While in doing so you, along with the strangers, have saved us from chaos. For that reason alone we spare your life.” People both nodded with approval and turned away in disgust. Out of the corner of his eye he saw a purple cloak leave the courtroom as the guards pulled him not so gently out of his box and towards the throng of people who were slowly parting the way as if he were a leper.
The new Captain of the guards George Brule, another who helped the strangers and used his own trusted men to round up the traitors escorted him to the ship. He was torn and told the Merchant so. He hoped the merchant would find peace and returned the verdict of the Prince with steel in his eyes. “Do not return.” Were the final word’s Ahziz would hear from anyone in Regalport
Ahziz woke quickly and shook off the dream that plagued him. Tonight at least he had not gotten to the part where the widow spat in his face. He looked around. His small caravan was with him. As he left Regalport he learned he was not without friends. The other merchants from the Pirate’s Exchange who had been threatened or worse by the old Captain had offered what they could to help him on his way. He had no family left and no friends, he had no where to go, and would not simply die as an offence to his Prince’s generosity with his life.
He had decided to become a travelling merchant. Once a merchant always a merchant. He would travel and collect and sell to adventurers where the Sovereign Host would allow in thanks to those that helped him.