Belvion Union.
Dionas was seated with the Governor of this city, the differences in their postures being stark representatives of who was in charge and who was not.
The bald man wore a smug grin as servants brought in sacks full of gold coins and laid them on the table between him and the short Governor who was sweating profusely.
"You thought you could swindle sixty thousand in gold past me? How tactless and inconsiderate. Your miserable existence has been well fed and well defended for the past eight years and you dare insult me like this?" Dionas scoffed.
"No, I..."
"Quiet! All gold in this city is mine. I manage every operation. I manage livelihoods. I manage your security. All you have to do is smile and wave at the crowd while feeding on the crumbs I leave you. Is that not enough? If I see some more...heroism from you again..."
"You will not, Lord Dionas, I swear!" the Governor shrunk while bowing to his knees.