'I can't have that, now can I?' The bumps on the road caused the carriage to jolt a little, revealing an icy face beneath an old farmer's hat. Azmodeus's eyes shone with a dangerous gleam that was on the verge of freezing over the whole world. The time when he was most serious was not a topic generally deemed as serious. Instead, it was when loot was involved. 'If someone thinks they can prevent me from selling dangerous goods, then they would be dead wrong.' His fists clenched as he looked out at the rapidly flashing Castle scenery. 'It is only in the most perilous of situations and under the most dire of circumstances that loot sells the best. My wealth right now is far from enough to satisfy my requirements for resources.'