As the rays of dawn fell upon Ferhill's shop, two cloaked figures stood before the destroyed structure. Fear was evident in one Ferhill's eyes as he gazed at his shop… he hadn't even realized the potential consequences.
He glanced at Arthur, feeling a sense of gratitude. The crimson-eyed man seemed indifferent, but breathed a sigh of relief, having predicted such an outcome before it even occurred to prevent losses.
Besides the few thousand tokens it had cost to build the shop, they had lost virtually nothing.
"Do we set up another shop and ally with another clan?" Ferhill inquired, massaging his forehead.
"Usually, we would have, but not this time," said Arthur, peeling his eyes away from the scene. "For now, we stay low and wait for the conflict to worsen. Not only is it harmful to start another business immediately after destroying the previous one, but our profits will also decrease significantly."
