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“We have a number of ferocious live animals,” says CandiCrush, “we call them marines!”
“Very funny!” says KristalClear, “seriously though, we’ll need a big wagon and two strong Shires. I know which ones I’d choose, I’ll talk to them.”
Settling in to the common room back at the barracks, the four of them have time to think. And they have some tea. Something called NAAFI tea. Not the best stuff around, but it seems to be traditional in the Garrison.
“What we don’t have is something to offer the trappers that isn’t cash,” says CandiCrush.
“We need HayWire here,” says MaxChaos, “and business leaders with goods to trade.”
“We can work out something now, between us,” insists NutJob, “what we have to do is second guess what it equates to in Sovereigns, four hundred Sovereigns they said, can we get that price down?”
“They probably can’t conceptualise what a pile of two thousand YorkCrowns actually looks like,” says CandiCrush, “it’s just a number they picked out of thin air.”
“I think,” says KristalClear, “that three or four years of wolf farming will deliver thousands of Sovereigns and that an up front price like four hundred would be recouped fairly easily.”
“That’ll please HopAlong and EarlyBird,” says NutJob.
“We should focus on the things that Wolfland exports, and narrow it down,” says MaxChaos.
MaxChaos is the one who’s had the toughest life. The Garrison doesn’t run a business and doesn’t have to turn a profit. The two schoolkids don’t have to worry about household finances, not the way he does. As a casual labourer he knows that if he works more he gets paid more, he understands the value of money.
Wolfland has a lot of commerce, though much of it is in the service industries, things like freighting, legal services,
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