...
"Lord Valois, we're here."
Among the white stone buildings, one house had been completely leveled, broken bricks and rubble scattered like confetti.
Carlos shot Mond a look, waiting for a decent explanation.
Mond cleared his throat:
"When we nabbed Roderick, things got messy. The fight just happened to go down right at his place."
Carlos said nothing but calmly remarked:
"I've heard the centaur clan runs all the trade in eastern Samana.
Mind if we swing by the trading district?"
Though he phrased it as a question, his tone made it clear this wasn't up for debate.
Mond hadn't expected the half-elf emissary to suddenly pivot to the trading area.
Still,
This worked out perfectly. As long as they weren't digging too deep into Roderick's business, whatever this lord wanted to do was fine by him.
"Would be my pleasure!"
...
"Sir, I don't know who told you we centaurs run all the eastern Samana trade.
Truth is,
