Chapter 45
It had been a few days since the sea beast decided to give Lis an unsolicited home renovation.
By "home renovation," I mean "crushing half the city under a thousand tons of angry seafood."
The Lisari reacted the way humans always react when something goes wrong. They blamed their neighbors.
The seafolk didn't even stand a chance. Those that didn't dive into the ocean fast enough were grabbed, shackled, and tossed into cells so fast it made my head spin. Meanwhile, the Council of Merchants promptly elected a new leader, demonstrating the kind of decisive leadership that only happens when you're trying to distract people.
Merchant Murro.
Guildmaster of the Spicers.
Publicly, he was a beloved merchant lord who donated to orphans and smiled a lot.
Privately, he was a card-carrying, robe-wearing member of the Cult of the Void. He had been at the Grand Factor's mansion when they had been discussing creating excuses to start a war against the seafolk.
