"Naturally, that is what I wish for," Oliver said. "Whilst I am returned, Solgrim will not stagnate. The High King brought fire to our walls, and he scattered ash everywhere. We will use that ash as fertiliser, and we shall grow larger from it, and more problematic. That is still possible, no?"
Greeves inclined his head. "If that is what you wish for, then it can be done… But I think, no matter the coin, we're starting to outgrow our initial positioning. Any further, and it won't only be the High King that we start to piss off. The landowners around us will need to be bargained with. The neighbouring villages will need to be reasoned with, as we take trade away from them. And Ernest and its governors will have to be kept contented. Their guilds won't want rival factions cropping up elsewhere."
