An ordinary laborer makes five gold a year, though he'll rarely see as much as one gold in one place. A competent clerk, twenty, and likewise. A good clerk, one who does things you didn't ask for yet and does them well, forty or so. One who also needs needs specialist experience or has to be imported from Absalom because we don't have very many Shelynites and they could be selling spells and enjoying life more anywhere other than Cheliax? Yeah, you get up to a hundred pretty quickly.

"All right, that sounds feasible. Do we need to draft language now, or is there additional research to be done tonight first?"

She's not antsy about the meeting ending and Laia leaving. Nuh-uh. Not her.

City types and their coins. Enric knows what a story and a song cost, it’s being friends with someone who sings or tells tales. Or, sometimes, putting up a traveler for a few days. 

"We'll want to try to produce a quick draft so our friends can tear it to pieces when we show it to them this evening, I think," Xavier says.

“What’s happening this evening? Who is tearing what to pieces?”

Enric showed up late to the morning meeting, on account of not knowing there would be a morning meeting. Is this something they mentioned during the morning before he showed up? Or is he just in the dark?

"- My mistake. I mean that we should consult sensible people we know as our schedules permit before reassembing tomorrow, to get their opinions on whether the bill is a good one and what flaws exist in our first draft."

Oh, that's a good idea, she should try to remember to ask Alicia when she tells her about the pamphlet.

Okay that makes sense. Nothing to be irritated about.

”Thank you. Another question. Does this mean we’re meeting in the morning again? Or just the normal time. And is it legal to show the draft to people, or only if they’re delegates?”