Gun-Demon
For the people dining at the long table of the Rosevine Hotel, Norneau was an unexpected opportunity. A chance to move up in a world whose fragile state meant many would sell themselves in order to live.
Thus, they'd brought a full workforce to sell to those who had had their city so recently burned, and it was with great shock that they received a promissory note from the Mayor himself, purchasing every last slave without even bothering to run an inspection!
Such a boon would hardly be considered a done deal until their ship was loaded with the gold and gone, but for the last few days they'd been treated as the finest guests, and recently they'd even visited the famous Norneau Academy - though in its rebuilt state it did not match the descriptions of its lost splendor.
"Say, Reginald, what is your opinion on the matter?" an elven man with orange-yellow hair asked the man seated at the front of the table.