The prosperity surrounding Greyfen had become an increasingly unpleasant subject of conversation among certain influential figures in the Royal Capital.
Every passing day brought another report of merchants establishing businesses near the dungeon, independent Warriors purchasing Dungeon Passes, and mercenary companies returning with materials that would previously have passed through the hands of noble administrators or established trading organizations.
For most people, these developments represented opportunity.
For Gideon Marholt, they represented a growing threat to everything he had spent twenty years building.
The mercenary commander stood beside the window of a private chamber overlooking one of the Capital's wealthier commercial districts.
