Ahhh capitalism, is that not the most beautiful word you've ever heard? A system that maximizes profits for the individual even if the whole must suffer.
Who cares if you hoard wealth and millions starve?
It was all about production and money.
Damon swirled a glass of wine in his hands as his first victim— ahem, ahem— customer was introduced to him.
The man was an adventurer, rough-looking with a few injuries and two weapons on his back: a large axe and a sickle.
Damon cleared his throat. He was wearing soft fabric and a monocle to seal the rich bourgeoisie aura he was cultivating.
The thing about running an honest business was the need for presentation. You had to look the part to gain the trust of the customers.
By his side was Waton, also dressed in soft fabric, looking posh and every bit the prince he was.
Damon stepped forward.
"Welcome, my good man. I hope my staff have been treating you well."
The adventurer glanced at Damon, narrowing his eyes.
