Bab 193: The claw of an eagle(3)

In the dimly lit chamber, Jasmine paced back and forth, her brow furrowed with frustration. "Why the hell would the Empire send an envoy here," she snapped, "when they're tangled up in a three-sided civil war?Do they have time to fucking daze around?" Her voice echoed off the stone walls.

Alpheo, seated in a cushioned chair, calmly sipped his drink before answering. "They're obviously interested in our products," he said, his tone measured. "The timing might be odd, but the demand speaks for itself, anyone with any bit of brain understand their value ."

Shahab, standing near the window with arms crossed, nodded thoughtfully. "They're likely trying to buy out our market," he mused. "Get a monopoly on the goods and control their distribution back in Romelia at least ."

Jasmine stopped pacing, turning sharply to face them both. "Well, they can go fuck themselves," she said with an acidic edge to her voice.