Priorities (1).

Alvi was stumped. Rendered completely speechless...

Indeed, the threat this young man had just made was a rather unique one.

Instead of threatening to drench Valestorm in blood with his power, he instead had said he would use the superiority of his own crafts to render them obsolete.

Alvi shook his head,

"I don't understand. You don't need my help to sell armor and equipment."

Cain nodded, "That is correct. However, I won't be as effective as someone who has been here for a long time. Valestorm is getting bigger everyday. There's more than ten thousand people here, with a little less than half of that constantly needing better weaponry and items. I'd rather rely on something that works already, than start from the ground up."

Cain snapped his fingers and all the swords he had summoned turned into streaks of light that swam back into his inventory.

Alvi pursed his lips, his eyes swimming as he thought about Cain's words deeply.