"Taxes?"
Like a cat whose tail had just been stomped on, Lena shot up from her seat.
"That's right. Taxes." Alistair leaned back, one arm crossed over his chest, the other stroking his chin. His eyes were brimming with theatrical amusement. "You are the mayor of Silversky Town. Silversky Town is a territory of Frostfell. It is perfectly reasonable for me to collect taxes from it. Not even the Goddess of Order would find fault with that."
"But…" Lena bit her lip, her pretty face flushing crimson with anger. "But ownership of Silversky Town is mine now!" she argued.
Alistair shrugged and spread his hands. "In my name as the Lord of Frostfell, you have indeed obtained the authority that Mayor Merriweather once held over this town. I am the witness and guarantor of that process." He smiled. "But the authority you gained was Merriweather's, not mine."
"I do hope I'm making myself clear."
