The plan was simple in its bones but immense in its scope.
Alpheo dreamed of a Yarzat where the mercantile class was not merely a passing thing but woven into the very fabric of the state and its economy.
In his brief reign, he had already planted the roots. Yarzat had become a magnet for commerce: its roads patrolled and safe from outlaws, its immediate seas cleared of pirates, its ports brimming with the sails of foreign merchants.
All toward making Yarzat appear as an attractive prospect in the recently shifted merchant routes of the two continents.
And it worked...as apart from the usual merchants coming from Romelia and the other princedoms, Yarzat had become a target of route even across the sea.
Azanian spice-sellers strolled the capital's avenues in flocks, because they knew that the moment their ships touched Yarzat's docks, customers flocked like gulls to bread, emptying them of the spices they brought from far away.
