Marching behind her entourage came a unit of heavily armed mercenaries, though calling them that was akin to calling a dragon a house pet. Their presence exuded an unnatural aura, and two of them were dragging a carriage behind them. It was full of chests.
However, not a single one of these mercenaries was human, or even humanoids. They were summoned, not hired.
Quinlan recognized the truth as soon as he saw them. His thoughts drifted to the description of Jasmine's class. The second part of it.
[The wealth of the Tyrant of Trade is not limited to gold: it is power, influence, and control, leveraged in ways that defy normal limitations. With enough resources, they can bolster their allies beyond traditional constraints, conjure mercenaries from nothing, or curse enemies with inescapable debts that sap their very lifeblood. A Tyrant of Trade does not beg for power, for they buy it outright.]
