1st Ashan, 718
It was roughly ten past midnight into the new season and Faith saw nothing but work ahead at the moment. But that was fine, and she had no qualms about it. Logistics and organisation was a skill which Faith had honed during her time as a slave. It was something which was important, in order to serve properly and whilst that had applied to domestic situations in slavery, in freedom Faith had set up her business and the charities which were part of it and then, the faction which now represented the greater good. In that, she had needed to learn the more macro-side of logistics, which would do her well here. "First things first, we need a base camp, close to the site, with a field hospital," she said, her mind ticking over. "Skeet, take a horse and get to the Order of the Adunih. We need medical supplies and equipment for setting up an emergency field hospital on a large scale." Skeet nodded at Faith, her face looking younger than she was, as always, and then she moved. "In the meantime, we get there and get things started."
That meant that they moved together, Faith's mind ticking over as to what was needed here. A base camp with a central hub, a field hospital and then transport. That would be a big thing. It was important that they got that sorted and quickly, because they would need to move people on - the injured and the homeless. She let that stew in her mind for a few moments before she turned back to it. Sitting there, letting it seep like tea into hot water, an idea would come, she was sure.
First, there was setting up the command hub. That would need an office, a hospital and a place for storing the dead. An area for signing up volunteers and storing supplies, somewhere for the volunteers to rest and the facility to make food. That was her list. It would need to be provided, and that was that. Faith frowned, thoughts ticking over in her mind faster than she could keep up with them. There was no doubting that Faith was a driven individual, she was the kind of person who worried about others, first. Sometimes she wondered if that came from her upbringing or whether it was who she would always have been. She hoped the latter, very much so. But then, whatever the reality was, she was who she was and the drive she had to serve was her own.
Arriving at the docks, Faith frowned and she made her way to the Harbormaster's Office. There, a light was glowing and Faith knocked on the door and waited to be called in. The man there was a biqaj, in his thirties, she figured. He looked up in surprise as she came in after he'd bade her enter. "Faith? What can I do for you?" He looked harassed and harried and so Faith spoke softly. "The Council have put me in charge of the relief effort. Which means, you are no longer having to deal with this." The look on his face showed his relief. It wasn't going to be easy, this, Faith knew so she had to start with a positive. Just like in giving feedback to her students which they weren't going to like. Start with some praise, end with some. It was just the bit in the middle they tended not to like.
"It isn't appropriate or fair for you to have to try and work in these conditions. So, we're closing the docks for five trials. I understand," she said, before he got a chance to speak, "that this may seem inconvenient at first, but as soon as news of what has happened here gets out, you're going to have looters, opportunists and gawkers. You are going to be trying to do your work around the relief effort. You know the Harbormaster in Almund. We're going to have to divert traffic there." The man looked at her and sighed. Good, Faith thought, that was good. This was hard, and she didn't like running roughshod over him, but she needed to ensure that this was done.
"I need this office, and at least two warehouses. I know you have empty ones, I need them." She knew no such thing, but by all the Immortals she hoped he did. He frowned and asked, "Why? What do you need them for?" Faith breathed a prayer of thanks to Famula, Moseke and Vri, thanking them for her good fortune here. "We need a field hospital, a place to store the dead, another where volunteers sign up and..." He waved a hand, his frown deepening. "Alright, alright. Would you like my teeth as well?"
"No," said Faith with a smile, and then she added the last bit. The bit which had suddenly come into her mind and would solve a lot of her problems. "But what you can give me is your workers. All the dock workers, and the horses, carriages, all means of transport. Get them to volunteer. I will make sure that everyone on the Council knows you did it, and you know as well as I do, a lot of the business which happens in these docks relies on public perception. A reputation is vital. Stand for the people of Scalvoris, help in the relief effort and you will see more returns than if you just close up for five trials. You know I'm right, they have nothing to lose."
He looked at her and he sighed. "How does your husband ever win an argument with you?" Faith looked most surprised. "We never argue," she replied and the Harbourmaster snorted. "Yeah, I bet you don't."
That meant that they moved together, Faith's mind ticking over as to what was needed here. A base camp with a central hub, a field hospital and then transport. That would be a big thing. It was important that they got that sorted and quickly, because they would need to move people on - the injured and the homeless. She let that stew in her mind for a few moments before she turned back to it. Sitting there, letting it seep like tea into hot water, an idea would come, she was sure.
First, there was setting up the command hub. That would need an office, a hospital and a place for storing the dead. An area for signing up volunteers and storing supplies, somewhere for the volunteers to rest and the facility to make food. That was her list. It would need to be provided, and that was that. Faith frowned, thoughts ticking over in her mind faster than she could keep up with them. There was no doubting that Faith was a driven individual, she was the kind of person who worried about others, first. Sometimes she wondered if that came from her upbringing or whether it was who she would always have been. She hoped the latter, very much so. But then, whatever the reality was, she was who she was and the drive she had to serve was her own.
Arriving at the docks, Faith frowned and she made her way to the Harbormaster's Office. There, a light was glowing and Faith knocked on the door and waited to be called in. The man there was a biqaj, in his thirties, she figured. He looked up in surprise as she came in after he'd bade her enter. "Faith? What can I do for you?" He looked harassed and harried and so Faith spoke softly. "The Council have put me in charge of the relief effort. Which means, you are no longer having to deal with this." The look on his face showed his relief. It wasn't going to be easy, this, Faith knew so she had to start with a positive. Just like in giving feedback to her students which they weren't going to like. Start with some praise, end with some. It was just the bit in the middle they tended not to like.
"It isn't appropriate or fair for you to have to try and work in these conditions. So, we're closing the docks for five trials. I understand," she said, before he got a chance to speak, "that this may seem inconvenient at first, but as soon as news of what has happened here gets out, you're going to have looters, opportunists and gawkers. You are going to be trying to do your work around the relief effort. You know the Harbormaster in Almund. We're going to have to divert traffic there." The man looked at her and sighed. Good, Faith thought, that was good. This was hard, and she didn't like running roughshod over him, but she needed to ensure that this was done.
"I need this office, and at least two warehouses. I know you have empty ones, I need them." She knew no such thing, but by all the Immortals she hoped he did. He frowned and asked, "Why? What do you need them for?" Faith breathed a prayer of thanks to Famula, Moseke and Vri, thanking them for her good fortune here. "We need a field hospital, a place to store the dead, another where volunteers sign up and..." He waved a hand, his frown deepening. "Alright, alright. Would you like my teeth as well?"
"No," said Faith with a smile, and then she added the last bit. The bit which had suddenly come into her mind and would solve a lot of her problems. "But what you can give me is your workers. All the dock workers, and the horses, carriages, all means of transport. Get them to volunteer. I will make sure that everyone on the Council knows you did it, and you know as well as I do, a lot of the business which happens in these docks relies on public perception. A reputation is vital. Stand for the people of Scalvoris, help in the relief effort and you will see more returns than if you just close up for five trials. You know I'm right, they have nothing to lose."
He looked at her and he sighed. "How does your husband ever win an argument with you?" Faith looked most surprised. "We never argue," she replied and the Harbourmaster snorted. "Yeah, I bet you don't."
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Logistics: Organising a relief effort
Persuasion: Putting forward an emotional argument to the invested.
Persuasion: Praise sandwich is good.
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