Bishop Frank threw down another sack of 10,000 coins with a loud thud, his voice booming with authority. "We will spend nearly half the budget to fund your venture. But in exchange, I want rapport with Stockholm. And I would like it to be known that I helped with this endeavor."
Prince's eyes widened slightly as clarity dawned upon him. I see, Prince thought. It's not about the venture itself. It's about Stockholm. They want to impress him. They're vying for his favor, and they don't want the others to gain rapport with him.
Understanding the game being played, Prince slowly rose from his seat, his movements deliberate and calculated. "Stockholm," he said plainly, fixing the man with an unwavering gaze. The room quieted as all eyes turned to him.
"Let's stop talking about this small adventure," Prince said, his tone confident yet nonchalant.