"What are your conditions?"
Ikasa took a sip of tea before answering. The pause gave him time to find the best way to present his terms without affronting the City Lord.
"The price of my help is small. I just want a piece of land in the City and one favor from you. When we win, I wouldn't mind if you gave my business a 30% concession in taxes."
Putting down his cup, he waited to hear an answer to his offer.
The City Lord carefully considered every point in the offer. Though the confidence this young man radiated was infectious, he was the Lord of the City. He could appreciate the optimism but not the excessive conditions.
He could easily give away any portion of the land Ikasa wanted. It was not a problem. However, his favor was the most expensive thing the young man could've demanded.
Cautious of being misused, City Lord was unwilling to owe a stranger like Ikasa a favor.
