Who knows who will move in here tomorrow... Lance sighed as he looked around the shabby but historically tinged place.
But in reality, he had already activated his Spiritual Vision and started searching the room, quickly digging out all the gang leader's savings.
He hadn't expected such a haul. A mere faction leader had over a hundred Gold Coins in savings. This seemed to justify Totnes's reputation as a city of wealth.
How did a grain merchant get involved with a human trafficking gang? Lance grumbled, and Dismas picked up the thread.
"I've followed him for a few days; this guy's business isn't just about grain."
"He's just a small-time merchant in Totnes," Lance added. He had a rough understanding of the merchant's level from Tiffany.
The Walter Conglomerate wasn't large enough to find truly impressive channels, and the contacts it could arrange were only mediocre. If he were someone more significant, Lance wouldn't dare choose him as a target.
