Surrounded by a chorus of clamors and inquisitive glares, Parks, a fox-like merchant of cunning repute, found himself tongue-tied amid the turmoil. His usual shrewdness deserted him as he faced the uproar in the crowded market hall.
He had severely underestimated the tenacity of the Greymane family. More than that, he had not anticipated their voracious ambition; they were not just aiming to retaliate but to obliterate his network entirely.
In a matter of days, the intricate supply system that had been his pride for over a decade was shattered. They were thrown back to square one, to a time before their operations had even begun, back to the drawing board without any tools.
"Enough!" Parks finally exclaimed, his voice cutting through the maelstrom of voices. "This bickering wont solves anything! What's our next move?"