After introducing Barrek to Bragan and handing over the design, Ben didn't linger. He left them to it, blacksmith and merchant, both good enough to handle the rest. He had bigger problems.
The design he'd given Bragan wasn't a weapon, or some enchanted artifact. Just a simple thing from his old world, a metal deck of cards.
In a land strangled by pressure and uncertainty, any kind of fun was worth gold.
And cards? They were more than fun. They were opportunity.
He wasn't just selling entertainment. He was planting something deeper.
Gambling. Sure, gambling existed here, but it was crude.
People only bet on beasts in the pits, or warriors in the arena. But not everyone can enjoy this.
Games like this only flourished in the capital. The rest of the city barely knew what they were missing. And this include Krahal-Zir.
Ben planned to change that. He wanted these cards in every tavern, every inn. He wanted stakes and tension and tables full of laughter and loss.
