Trade Deal Done
The morning sun poured through the tall windows of Vortan Keep's great hall, casting a warm light over the polished stone floor.
Kael sat at the head of the long oak table, dressed in a finely tailored tunic of black and silver that reflected his station.
Gerald stood to his right, a silent but steady presence, while the merchants, Calista, and Sir Eddric Valen filled the remaining seats.
The air was heavy with anticipation as the meeting began.
Scrolls, ledgers, and trade agreements were spread across the table, the symbols of the Duke's trade houses and Kael's own barony displayed prominently.
The atmosphere was full with anticipation and the merchants seemed eager to focus on business.
Sir Eddric's sharp gaze never left Kael, and Calista's composed demeanor belied the subtle hints of interest in her eyes.
Kael leaned forward, his fingers lightly drumming on the table. "Gentlemen," he began, his tone measured but commanding,