Business was booming. In fact, it was better than booming. Damon had now succeeded in planting his agents, or as he liked to call them, his patrons, in different factions and he could gather information from them.
As for the demons beyond the bridge, they had not attacked Damon's little business at all. They simply let him be, which was the order his shadow clone had given them.
The combat zone was growing smaller and smaller with each passing second. Everyone would be arriving here soon.
It was about time Damon started letting people cross.
Just as he reached that train of thought, Renata walked into the tent. His visage, seated on the throne with a calm, almost expressionless face, made Renata pause. She knelt before him.
"My lord, envoys sent by the third princess Abellona of Valtheron have arrived, as you anticipated."
Damon crossed his fingers with a smile.
"A little earlier than I expected for her to make a move," he said.
