Barrek hesitated, shifting the strap of his supply pack on his shoulder. The question was already at the tip of his tongue.
But Ben spoke first, not turning to look at him.
"Tell me, Barrek," he said, voice low but clear. "What do you think makes a good city to live in?"
Barrek blinked. The question caught him off guard. He rubbed his beard, thinking about it carefully.
"Trade routes that don't bleed you dry. Taxes that actually help the folk pay 'em."
He paused.
"…And maybe… maybe a leader who doesn't see people as numbers."
Now Ben turned. His eyes met Barrek's.
"Is that all? How about one that make your prosper and rich?"
Barrek scratched at the edge of his chin, letting out a low hum. "By the Deepforge, if that's possible, I'd love it. Gods know I wouldn't mind being rich."
