In the dusty, sun-baked confines of Canyon City, a lucrative proposition hung heavily in the air, one involving the sale of tens of thousands of slaves. The potential for profit was immense.
Logan, stood before a reticent Wolf Beastman slave trader. His patience fraying, he leaned forward, his voice cold and precise. "Consider the offer carefully. Should you find the terms agreeable, dispatch a representative to the Kasha Hotel. Do so before the day after tomorrow. Failing that, I shall seek out other parties willing to seize this opportunity."
With those final words, Logan swung the door wide and strode out, his cloak billowing behind him, not once glancing back at the still-seated Wolf Beastman.
The Wolf Beastman's mind raced as he watched Logan depart. The scale of the deal was daunting; caution seemed his only ally in these uncertain times.