Michael raked his fingers through his hair in frustration.
"Then how do we get access to a better black market?"
Alberta crossed her arms and spoke firmly.
"You build trust. Earn a reputation. Strengthen your power and influence."
Alberta's expression hardened.
"So that's why you accepted this job?"
Alberta nodded.
"Astra Pharmaceuticals likely has ties to a legitimate black market. If we succeed, we might gain entry."
Michael frowned deeply.
"Wouldn't it have been more beneficial to side with Merentil? They're stronger and more stable."
"Merentil wouldn't trust us. They'd see us as outsiders, maybe even disposable. Fishmongers Guild has worked with Astra before. That's why our guildmaster, Anderain, chose this path."
Alberta's voice sharpened with resolve.
"Remember this—your life comes first. If the mission fails, fine. Just don't die."
Everyone nodded solemnly, their faces grim.
