Temple of Wealth and Trade Alliance!

Fisher leaned back in his chair, his voice thick with authority as he challenged the room. "Is the Greymane family truly as influential as they seem?"

Logan furrowed his brow, his mind tingling with uncertainty. Turning to his associate Jane for clarity, he received a brief history of the Greymanes, a family recently relocated to Canyon City, their prominence anchored solely by the father's leadership of a substantial mercenary group, the Storm Mercenaries.

Logan pondered this information. Jane's casual mention hinted at a deeper legacy, perhaps a storied past shadowed by their current modesty. Yet, his thoughts soon drifted back to more pressing matters, his ventures and the flow of coin.

"How long will it take for the mercenaries to assemble?" Logan inquired, masking his impatience with a veneer of nonchalance.

Fisher measured his response, "At least a month. The main force is currently engaged across the Human Kingdom. It will take time for them to regroup and return."