Ben leaned forward slightly, eyes narrowing, the flicker of a plan hardening into certainty. He have his own way to get approval.
All he needed was proof. Solid evidence that Gravenhold, with Varnak, was running illegal slave trades beneath the Ashking's nose. Skipping taxes.
If he brought that truth to light at public, it would strike at the Ashking's pride, the one thing that the nobles still feared.
The Ashking himself wouldn't move, not for something like this. But he would send someone.
An enforcer. An Ashborn. And if that Ashborn happened to be Draeven, things would move even faster. He could speak directly to the Fire Temple.
Influence the priests. Show them that this wasn't some petty greed, it was decay, disrespect toward their authority.
'This could work but I shoud rebuild htis city first, and who knows if I have better plan.'
