The beginning of Reaver Industries.

Reaver awoke and looked to his left and right. Blast he thought there's no one there. He cursed aloud it had been two weeks since his visit to Bowerstone castle and be had not seen or heard anything from the queen or her attendants. Today however he was going to receive the 20,000 gold investment from the treasury not that he really needed it. The bayonets had been made and troops were already being trained in their use, however he wanted to upgrade other things like the town house. The house itself was still boring and cold, nothing like his manor oh how he missed that place the warmth of the fire places in every room the view of the sea. He was awoken from his thoughts by someone entering the house.

Grabbing his pistol he silently stalked down stairs toward the source of the noise he leapt and rolled down the stairs finishing with his gun pointed at the intruders face, the intruder was Sparrow "I suggest you don't try to sneak up on me again moi surrie" Reaver chided playfully "now about that investment" Sparrow smiled and nodded and put a sack of 20,000 gold on the table Reaver smirked with mild delight "yes and your investment is to pay the work force and to help modernise my ship and also renovate this pathetic hell hole" the queen smiled.

She placed a small note on the table Reaver picked it up and began to read

For the best chance of victory, attacking Bloodstone by land and sea, we will transport elite core, me, Hammer, you, Fang my dog through Wraithmarsh and Oakvale.

Reaver frowned slightly attacking bloodstone by foot didn't sound fun he continued reading

Other 237 men, 65 horses and 11 cannons attack bloodstone by sea with the fleet.

Reaver looked stunned at the massive assault planned by the queen recovering himself he smirked and said "I don't know your majesty all the areas to the south of Westcliff are dangerous then you have the slight problem of Wraithmarsh and my history with some of its less neighbourly occupants". This Reaver knew was bending the truth the shadow court would not directly intervene. However his presence may cause a large amount of activity in Wraithmarsh "And then the fact the bloodstone pirates will probably attack us before we are able to reach bloodstone" said Reaver. He looked at the queen this was not what he had come to expect he had expected her to arrive and then for her to throw her clothes off and let him take her then and there but apparently that wasn't going to happen today was about business "another time maybe" he thought.

It was then he went to buy drinks most particularly he thought some good vintage beers and wines and with that he left his town house and went to the Cow and Corset. The walk was short he merely lived down the road on his walk he was bumped into by a young child the child staggered Reaver ignored the fact and kept walking briefly checking to insure his coin purse remained in his pocket. It wasn't. looking back Reaver noted that the boy was still walking "well-done there" Reaver thought pick pocket the target then keep walking as if nothing has changed. However Reaver nearly laughed out loud as he noticed the boy was proceeding to weigh the coin purse in his hand in clear view of the victim notably relaxed Reaver walked toward the boy who was still engrossed by the weight of his find, so engrossed that he didn't notice Reaver approaching until the poor lad felt a vice like grip on the back of his neck before being dragged into the nearby alley.

Reaver threw the boy in front of him the child swung round clearly planning to defend himself this notion left him when he saw that a pistol was aimed in a relaxed way by an equally relaxed man at his face the boy who could not have been more than 7 or 8 was not quite as relaxed there was an audible click as Reaver drew back the hammer of the pistol eyes blazing with murderous intent Reaver began his questioning of the boy.

"Who are you and why do you choose so foolishly to steal from me?" he enquired in a calm almost friendly tone the finger on the trigger however remained poised to fire.

The boy replied in absolute terror "Please sir my name is Bawwy Hatch sir my pawents are dead I need money to live"

Reaver grinned the boy has such a beautiful speech impediment he thought and that gorgeous ginger mop-head is so very adorable, lowering the gun Reaver grabbed his coin purse from the boy before telling him quite sternly "Consider yourself employed by me your new master my name is Reaver and you shall be taught to do all things associated with butlery you think you can handle all that?"

The boy replied immediately "of course master Weavah I gweatly look forward to serving you" he had heard stories of the great pirate king known as Reaver and the thought of serving him filled him with joy.

"Good" said Reaver "your first task is to accompany me to the cow and corset"

And so they set of back down the lane into the square where they entered the cow and corset.

Reaver looked about the place it was mediocre at best compared to his standards however all evidence pointed that it did good business with the simple city folk. He looked about and spotted an empty table beside the door in the corner of the room him and his new man-servant "no" Reaver corrected himself "serving boy and sat down. He handed Barry a small coin purse and a note "give those to the landlord would you there's a good lad" the boy ran off into the crowd Reaver spotted him again at the bar giving the landlord the note and the money he nodded and gave orders to two men behind the bar who left carrying to several crates of various bottled beverages and a set of drinking glasses Barry he noticed left with them Reaver glanced around he would require people to work in his factories to manufacture the bayonet that was why he was here he was waiting for one of the latest inventions fresh from the works of doctor Montague Hume's public information column although Hume's himself had little to do with it since he and all his workers had disappeared under mysterious circumstances late one night in the new industrial sector they had designed 2 things firstly the "short range wireless speaker system" and "the Queens voice" the man responsible for the delivery of the last item Reaver knew would walk in anytime now.

He was right. A man walked in his uniform was that of one of Hume's employees Reaver approached him " hello do you mind awfully if I have a word it's about the next edition of the queens voice I should like an advert placed in their for people willing to work in the Reaver industries factory of war goods and apparatuses" Reaver knew that the factory name would not be printed however he also knew that everyone in Bowerstone would read this and since Faraday whom he realised was soon to be his largest competition as an industry only employed 50 people with the rest done by small independent branches half of Bowerstone would apply for the job and he would happily take them.

Next to procure some valuable resources from new competition. Scrawling out a quick note he placed it in the hand of the man along with 20 gold "be a darling and take that to the delightful Ernest Faraday si'l vous plait?"