While the Grand Marshal of Ursten brokered an alliance with the Duke of Newport, not too far to the north, amongst the ruins of Kahrs, two men shared a drink.
Kahrs, the Jewel of Phintus, the City of Unending Fortune, was a smoldering heap. Travelers had flocked to Phintus from all corners of the Isle, even attracting royalty from the Empire far to the south, who sought the rare treasures that the merchants of Phintus managed to procure.
Kahrs had been the lynch pin in the short-lived independence of Phintus, the merchants of Kahrs had lived there for years, and soon enough they realized, that their taxed wealth was paying for the mighty ships, and guards of the Lord of Kahrs, and whilst the army of Ursten was otherwise occupied, they had cut out the middle man.
