The Beaumont Ship and Trading Company was a well-known and well-established company that had fallen on hard times, at least as far as its reputation was considered. The Jourdemayne had done business with them on and off for years, helping to transport their goods all across the kingdom, though they had nothing in the way of a formal agreement. Her father believed in handshakes and good faith business, while Lucia's faith was all built on contracts and formality and holding people to the letter. It had been a bit of an argument between them whether they needed to go so far with the Beaumont, which Lucia had won based on the erratic nature of the current head of the company. Not many people would have had that insight, but slipping a few coins to some dock workers had yielded this precious bit of information and had provided the leverage Lucia needed to arrange this meeting today. The one thing she kept close to the chest was that she had ulterior motives for meeting Nicholas Beaumont: today would be taking the first measure of the man and if she could begin to trust more than her family’s profit margin to him and his company.

Today she was far more Noble than Guard, wearing a deep black, fitted doublet (insert picture) and matching pants with a simple golden chain and ring as accents. Those that knew such things would note that it was cut immaculately to her figure to such a degree that it was as good a display of wealth as any amount of gaudy jewelry could be. She was walking the wharf, accompanied by what she charitably called her retainers. In actuality they were a pair of thick-necked goons that had the kind of reputation that dissuaded pickpockets, as well as a mousy little man who was the brains to their brawn. When it came to numbers there were few people better than him when it came to figuring out margins and profits. Soon the group was standing in front of the Beaumont offices and Lucia signaled her retainers and they unobtrusively stood to the side of the door as she made her way inside. It wouldn't do to crowd the office and she always preferred to speak one-on-one with people when introductions were in order.

The office would hopefully be expecting her, as she had sent a letter of intent a few days ago. She had not directly received anything back, but she was positive it had been delivered to the correct place, since she had used her people to do so and it was their job to make sure things given to them were delivered properly and in full – otherwise there would be consequences. She made her way deeper into the offices until she came across one of the workers there. When he gave her a look, clearly wondering who she was, she spoke. "Inform Master Beaumont that Lucia Jourdemayne is here for our meeting." Her stiff bearing left little room for the man to do anything but go see his boss or risk insulting the noble. Once he was out of sight, she started to casually look around the room, getting a feel for the kind of paraphernalia the Beaumont used to greet their clients.

{Tag Nicholas Beaumont }