"I control the gold trades from here to Skoatl. The routes of merchants. The silk bend. The treasures of Torchwood. Even to Rocasus. Why would I ever unite with you. . .uh, Rebel Lord is it? What do you bring me that I haven't got. Unlike that greying ale-guzzer in Caer Mullhen, I still have a few more years before I am expendable to my camp." Grone the Grievous interrupted the Vestal to his House who was acting as a herald.
"You are in the presence of—"
"That will be enough, Natalya." Grone has butted a few seconds ago, then just later listing on what and whom he controlled in the Badlands.
Right now, he waited on a reply from Israfel.
