Stats: Caron has +3 Wealth and +3 Charisma. His character bio has him as a mercantile-minded man and the RP that I did with him to establish that backstory paints him as a man of business. He's developed the river that Karhold sits on into a dock town and has started logging ventures to export timber to the wider world from the region. He's established a powerful Navy that includes many professional ships. As such, I argue that the merchants should see Caron as of their ilk: they'll have heard of him, heard of Karhold, seen ships from there carrying timber and other goods, know people who have sailed to Karhold on business, and so on.
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It was dark by the time the meeting had gathered. Many of King's Landing's merchants were present, from the wealthiest to the simplest. Karhold men were present to, standing alongside the hired muscle that the Guilds were acquiring more and more of these days. The atmosphere was guarded, but not tense: while the city outside the large Guildhouse was exceptionally tense indeed, Caron was known to these Guildsmen and far enough removed from the ruling aristocracy of the city to avoid being labelled as one, yet.
Caron took to the podium at the front of the large room that the Guild used for important meetings and the assembled crowd fell silent.
"Men of business," he said, "You know me. I've dined with some of you, I've seen the flags of many of your companies flying from ships in my harbour, seen the warehouses and guild houses in your names lining the Karhold dock front. I'm here to offer you something."
"The Queen is dead, her heir is dead, and the city is a powder keg. The rabble in Flea Bottom think themselves revolutionaries, plotting to start the civil war all over again, while jumped-up farmers from the countryside squat on the streets and in Septs all over the city claiming money is evil and that the High Septon should rule the Seven Kingdoms. How many of your stores here have been robbed or burned down? How many of your homes vandalised or burgled?"
"I say King's Landing is a dying city: a mess of a city. The Seven Kingdoms as a whole are a mess. One war's just ended and it threatens to restart any minute, and this city is always bearing the brunt of these things. I've got enough ships in the harbour here to move everything you have north, and I have enough land around the docks to expand it twofold with ease."
"Come North and get what you want. No one ever burned Karhold down, no King or Queen ever decides the free market has to be interfered with in Karhold. No religious fanatics ever outlaw money lending in Karhold. The North's got nowhere to go but up! There's endless forest up there to be logged, endless land disused that can be built on, or used to rear sheep for wool or cattle for leather. The South is going to burn again, and again, and again. The North has never burned, not once."





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