The merchant had yet to pause in describing just how much the sepulcher had exceeded his expectations. Vas had begun its design by using the previous king’s own burial chamber as a model. Then he had further glorified the details. The merchant was stroking the fine marble, commenting on its flawless polish which was cool to the touch. The statues which were placed to peer outward from their appointed posts were of heroic knights and fearsome beasts. The merchant stepped in front of Vas again, now commenting on how much he loved the choice of rare flowers. Vas looked to what he spoke of, finding some volunteer wildflowers which Vas had not bothered removing from the space prior to erecting the structure. So long as it pleased the merchant it was allowed to stay…for now.
The merchant was leaning inside, the natural light making its way in to reflect off of the ornate gold trim which framed and spread out from nearly every edge and corner. Only a single feature stood in the room, a large luxurious throne on which one person could be comfortably seated. It had a fine velvet seat of rich royal red. The arms were even cushioned to allow for one to remain comfortable for quite some time. It was an inviting sight for those who had traveled far to arrive before it, one which promoted an image in the minds of those who saw it, of themselves seated on its soft surface.
Unfortunately for Vas the merchant pictured much more than just the throne for himself and was rambling on, telling Vas of just how grand a sight this would be for those who saw it. He pointed at his name which was engraved across the front face of the entrance. This feature held enough awe that for a moment the talking paused as the man stood in reverence of his monument which stood in place just for him. He spun and began shaking Vas’ hand vigorously and telling Vas of how very much he appreciated all that Vas had done for him to make this happen. He turned away as if late for an appointment and seated himself upon the throne. This gave him a new view of a carved panorama sculpted into the marble face above the door. His voice echoed about in the stone room as he commented on the perfection the artist managed with this particular masterpiece. He never ceased his banter even as the door swung shut and sealed.
Vas was always up for an easy catch from time to time and wealthy guests such as this merchant often needed little compulsion or coercion beyond promoting their desires of significance. This often meant Vas was in for a great deal of listening which stretched his patience. He closed his book, its pages collapsing upon its newest entry. Straightening his tie in case any curious eyes were about, the well-dressed gentleman glanced across the now quiet cemetery plot. Slow progress compared to his last location, but it was still progress.