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There was no doubt in anybody's mind that the resurrection of the Demon Race was a problem.
None of the Human Sovereigns have gone senile. In fact, some of them could even remember how that war played out like it was just yesterday.
Sure, this was an outcome that nobody was expecting, but was it an existential threat for humanity?
No. Far from it.
"See, I don't get it," Berk muttered to his friends. "The Golden Bangle Bank had branch locations there. Couldn't they have...I don't know, given us a heads-up at least?"
"You know, now that you said that..." Urek looked contemplative too. "Yeah, an attempt to inform us would've been nice. I mean, we're one of the biggest clients; a little show of faith and loyalty could've been really nice."
"They're merchants, boys." Patricia spoke without looking away from the system screens in front of her. "They're merchants first, people who handle our money second."
