"Alright, I will make sure that the Adventurer's Guild gives us an answer one way or the other. If nothing else, I will have the Merchants operate the centre. We all know how they feel about money making opportunities." Dominic decided.
The others laughed at the thought. The Merchant's Guild wasn't nearly as well trusted as the Adventurer's Guild, but they would certainly jump at the opportunity to run an underground casino for the officers of three different nations' armies.
Literally underground, in this case.
"Who will operate the wagons? I can't send potions with some random worker? They'd probably drop them and die from the fumes." Betty asked.
Patriarch Khalil frowned. That was a good point. The soldiers would need many of the potions that the witches made for unmentionable diseases and common illnesses alike. But many of those potions were sensitive, and the witches didn't like going out to meet people.
