Since the usual industries were useless, the most lucrative business he had was elementalist sales. He looked at the elder in charge of this, and the man immediately shivered.
He was a new elder, after the previous one died a horrid death.
"SPEAK."
The man was reluctant to speak, but he had to. "I…there are no new arrivals, Milord," he said. "B-But I am in contact with more territories!" he hurriedly added, afraid that he'd be killed.
"What do you mean?" Mafo asked with gritted teeth. "Wasn't there a scheduled delivery today?"
"We lost a few subsidiaries in a war, Milord," he said. "Weren't you alerted?"
Mafo paused, vaguely remembering such a thing. He was too high to care about it at the time. It did not mean that he was less livid, however.
SLAM!
"Are you calling me stupid?"
