As the elder beastman left to carry out Kent's orders, Kent turned to the merchants and other influential figures still lingering in the hall, hoping to change his mind. "This city will remain for its original people. If you wish to do business here, you will follow my rules or leave."
One of the bolder merchants stepped forward, holding an expensive artifact encrusted with jewels. "City Lord," he said, his voice pleading, "surely you can see the benefits of allowing us to stay. We bring wealth, resources—"
Kent silenced him with a steely glare. "I have no need for your wealth. I would rather see my City remain a small but honorable place than become a nest of corruption."
The merchant faltered, bowing and stepping back, realizing that Kent would not be swayed.
