There was Lady Adrie Slindres of the elves, Head Miner Flint Battlehammer of the dwarfs (the dwarves would have nothing to do with Lord or Lady titles), and Lord Igan Agosto of the humans, were the current members of the Triumvirate. They had the final say when it came to decisions on the island.
At the moment though, there was a problem, which had brought them, and the rest of the Council of Tred together.
"How many ships this month?" Lady Slindres asked an elf with a scroll.
"A hundred ships," the elf said. "As with their methods, the pirates leave basic goods and supplies alone, so food, water, beer, medicine, and clothing in general are alright. However, the finer things, they take. Expensive wines, exotic foods, fine clothing - they take it."
"At least there's no danger of us starving," said Head Miner Battlehammer. "Kind of doing some of us a favor, taking away the fine wines."
"I haven't been able to enjoy wine in months," Lord Agosto muttered. "And the local stuff still needs work."
"What do the pirates want?" Lady Slindres asked.
"Every ship gets the same message," the elf with the scroll said, unrolling it. "Members of their respective races to be part of the Council, with Captain Rex Bloodripper the wolf Anthronian to lead the Anthronian contingent, and Captain Krusk Broken-Axe the Orc to lead the Monster contingent. Until then, they'll hold up all trade and supply ships, and see to it that only basic goods and necessities get through, while they claim the finer things."
"At least they're just being a minor inconvenience," said Head Miner Battlehammer. "Given how successful they've been, and how they've never actually killed anyone, they could be dangerous enemies. Of course, in the same way, they could be useful allies."
"You have a point there," said Lady Slindres. "Still, at the same time, they are essentially criminals trying to extort us into giving them what they want."
"To be fair, they did ask to have seats, and sections of the island most of our kinds have yet to inhabit, during the first three months their respective ships sailed around our island," said Head Miner Battlehammer. "However, some idiot kept calling the one a mutt, and another person can't make up her mind, all because some distant relative of the orc killed her brother a hundred years ago."
The human and elf looked at him. They weren't too happy at his comments.
"Just saying."
Meanwhile, as they sailed closer, the lookout on Mother Tabitha's ship yelled something out.
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