Sterling takes a step forward.
"Good day, Commander McAllister," he says. "I don't know if you will remember me. Sterling Blackthorn. I was here a few weeks back asking about laws and customs in the Isles."
"Well, I'm back now and have brought my betrothed, Arienne, and my brother Korhithril with me this time. We're looking to settle here and we're thinking of establishing an inn, or something similar, in the elven tradition. Maybe build it up to become a resort where folk can come to spend some time surrounded by nature and music and all the finer things in life."
"We've been looking around for a suitable place. We have the funds to invest and develop the place, taking account of all you've told me about the regulations on building, but to be honest we're having little success in finding anywhere that suits. Most places are either too close to the coast, and the risk of attack by sea creatures, or inland but with limited scope for development and growth. The one place we've found so far that is crying out for redevelopment is owned by an old woman who wants to charge ten times the going rate for the place, and is... somewhat unreasonable to negotiate with."
"Frankly, Commander, I'm at a loss and so I wondered if there is anything you could advise, or do, to help us locate and purchase the ideal place for an elven-style resort on the island."