Floating Marketplace, Blackshore.
Inside a two-story mercantile hall that belonged to one of the current members of the lose council, Alfred Menny, there was a large crowd gathered in the main room.
The owner of the building, the Rank 2 Magus, Alfred Menny, looked at the group of people standing across from him and his men with a deep frown on his face.
"Dean, what is the meaning of this?" He said, his tone laced with hostility. "You dare bring all your guards into my domain! Is this a declaration of war?"
Dean Black, another famous and influential merchant in the city—also, someone aiming for the position of a seat at the lose council—displayed a professional smile.
"My friend, Alfred," he began. "I am not here to declare war or anything of that sort."
"Then what the hell are you doing with all your men here?!" Alfred growled.
Dean turned to his son, Colbert, and nodded. The youth stepped forward and displayed the same polite smile as his father.
