In the main meeting room, 9 people sat on luxurious chairs, all of them varying from different races, species and skin color. But the atmosphere of the room was tranquil despite the top and mighty figures sharing the same room.
Normally, people of this caliber would only gather together when a celebration or gathering of top clans and the top 1% of the empire had a reason to get together.
"So what do you think, mister Kahn? Are you interested?" asked Triss, the redhead witch.
"About that.. May I ask why are you interested in doing business with our company? I'm pretty sure there are plenty of bigger companies & given the kind of supply your clans would need.. I'm afraid we're not that capable as of yet." said Kahn.
For a company that was established in a single district, the offer didn't make sense. Because these clans would need weapons & arms for more than 80 million soldiers. And his company's current output was 30 million at best.
