Negotiations Go South

"The Leisure Guild would like to reestablish our trading pact with Korten."

Baffled by Jack's sudden offer, Gwendon was at a loss for words. It took him a few moments to gather some thoughts. "Jack… That… I'm not sure we can--"

"Gwendon, what would Korten lose in such a pact?" asked Jack. "If you're looking for treasures, then we have more than you can count. And if you're after platinum, we've got an abundance of that as well. Is there even a downside to such a deal?"

"That's hard to believe, Jack," replied the chief, twiddling his fingers atop his desk. "Last I heard, the Leisure Guild was taking a turn for the worse. How could a declining guild have such things, even if it is the ancient Leisure Guild?"

Letting actions speak louder than words, Jack simply smiled and retrieved something from his storage.

As Jack placed the staff on the chief's desk, the elf's eyes were instantly drawn to the weapon. "Jack… This is--"