"I'm rich in every universe."
The scattered spiders froze mid-movement. They crawled over one another rapidly, weaving together until they formed a grotesque, oversized version of Gailo's face suspended between the trees.
"What the hell does that mean?" the spider-face demanded, its many eyes twitching.
Tyler casually brushed dirt from his sleeve.
"Well… to explain that, we have to go back to when the Princess was staying in our territory—" he paused and corrected himself with a lazy grin, "—nope. My territory now."
He waved his hand dismissively.
"Because of the war, the kingdom was collapsing. Commoners were suffering from Food shortages and Inflation. Merchants hoarding grain and driving up prices. People starving while warehouses were full." His tone sharpened slightly. "She came to me asking if I could help somehow."
The spider-face narrowed its eyes but remained silent.
