Karl and Urma sat in the manager's office. Unlike the lively, vibrant market outside, this space was a model of austere efficiency. Polished stone walls were adorned with simple, floral pattern carvings providing a calm atmosphere. A small, wooden coffee table dominated the center of the room, flanked by comfortable, reinforced chairs that were surprisingly accommodating for a bearfolk of Urma's size.
As Urma sat down, he felt an instinctive unease, a deep-seated feeling of being out of his element. He was a soldier, a man of action and honor, not a merchant. Karl, sensing his tension, began with a disarming warmth.
"Greetings, my name is Karl Leech," Karl said, his voice a low, clear tone. "I am the Chief Executive Officer and owner of the Necro Corp. It is a pleasure to meet you." He offered a his skeletal hand.
