The contract wasn't long, just a single page, but the content was astounding.
First off, the Elf Tribe was to pay a ransom of twenty million Gold Coins for each Elven Captive. Amberser had casually thrown out this figure, citing a promise to the Dwarves to pay back three times what was owed, but he had never actually considered that he could sell an elf for twenty million—after all, selling one for two million was already more valuable than a Paladin.
But Withered Rose managed to negotiate this sky-high price, and the income from this alone amounted to several hundred million. The Soul Fire within Amberser burned fiercely, almost combustably with excitement; he dared not imagine what integrating these hundreds of millions of Gold Coins into the Golden Throne would be like—would it transform into a flying golden palace?
