Chapter 80: A larger Stage
The moment Rhain's words fell, the comical demeanor that Fenwick usually wore vanished.
His small, squinting eyes revealed a sharp, calculating gleam.
"Supreme Elder Rhain," Fenwick spoke, his voice dropping to a low, serious register. "The Ashvele family is not a stray dog from the Outer Frontier. They are a towering behemoth. To even discuss their internal secrets is to invite a calamity upon oneself if they even got a whiff of our meeting..."
"They won't."
Rhain cut him off mid-sentence, "You can be assured that your name will never be mentioned anywhere."
Rhain let the words pass over the merchant, watching the subtle shifts in Fenwick's posture.
He knew how to play these buisness types.
In his past life, he had dealt with many of them.
They operated purely on profit and risk assessment.
"And in exchange..." Rhain continued with a smirk, "...I will owe you a favor."
Fenwick's eyes lit up brilliantly.
