Shaden II

OK this is the next part of what i started last time. I also metioned something else i was writng last time as well theres a link on the tool bar to the right of this called creativity unleashed. even though i say it my self its good its three of us and we're on part 30 atm.
any way heres the next bits soem words i use in this have replaced englih ones and i'll post a glossary with the next piece. well thats it for now the next part should be up early next week as its just waiting to be typed.

Farren was a merchant, a good merchant, he never cheated his patrons nor did he fail on his payments to his brokers. He was also a gambler, a bad gambler. It was this reason that he found him self in a reception lounge of minister Talen’s home. Minister Talen was a member of the guild and as such he had to the power to grant Farren the loan he needed.

The guild was the ruling force in the Shaden Isles, the guild hall stood on Shimoa, the lone mountain that rose above the only city on the isles, Wenham. The city had grown from the mountain in the middle of the main island of the archipelago, but had grown so large that it reached the east coast, where it had merged with the small port towns there.

The Guild was a collection of the twelve houses that ran the Shaden isles, each house controlled a part of the Archipelago’s society and those who were members of a house were viewed as higher than others. Farren was not in a house.

The figure who sat on the chez lounge before him was a tall thinly built man, a member of the Ekri, and like that bird he carried him self with a dignified grace.
A retainer greeted him and announced him to the minister, who stood and walked towards him.
‘I have heard of your plight why should I help you?’ His voice was too calm, too matter of fact for the young man who broke into tears.
‘I’ve been a fool lord I ask only for a chance to repent my mistakes.’ His voice shook with sobs.
‘How Do I know you will not continue to gamble? You already owe guild agents a considerable sum.’
The merchant looked away shamed knowing he could not change; he blushed and looked back to the taller man, ‘I am sorry for wasting your time.’ He bowed and left, tears still running down his face. The tall minister sighed, the man did indeed owe the guild a great deal and there was nothing he could do the guild had spoken.
He turned and sat on a nearby sofa, near the great window that made up one wall of the chamber. A shadow fell over him, ‘Lord Gellet has decided that the man dies.’ The shadow inclined its head and turned away. He half turned, ‘Make it quick.’ He stared blank eyed out of the window. It was sad that in the archipelago money was more important than people.