Unaware that he had just sparked a merchant war, Lucen sat contentedly, counting the coin rolling in from his board game.
Still, he knew that this wasn't going to be enough to realize the dream he had for Dorsen. He needed more money, so he needed to create something more.
Lucen wasn't just planning to make Thornefang a powerful military unit. No, he would turn it into a brand, a name that would echo through marketplaces and battlefields alike.
Every item he created from here on out would carry that name, the insignia. And with it, dominance, not just on the battlefield, but in the economy as well.
'I'm going to create a better ending than all the endings in the game.' Lucen looked at his own hand and clenched it. "With my own hands."
While Lucen was deep in thought in his own room, somebody suddenly burst into his room. The door slammed open with the fury of an explosion. Robert stormed in, hair frazzled, eyes burning like twin mana stones.
