More than three weeks into the holy war, the main trade route from Armand was closed, plunging the marketplaces across the kingdom into chaos.
At a Local Sugar Merchant's Stall
"WHAT!? Why is White Gold three times the usual price!?"
The merchant snorted, crossing his arms. "Hell, if you don't want it, go buy honey instead."
The customer gritted his teeth. "But honey is even more expensive!"
The merchant shrugged, unimpressed. "Then deal with it! You're lucky we even have stock! Do you know how hard it is to get this now?" He leaned forward, his voice turning sharper. "I had to cross through the Beastkin Kingdom just to secure a few sacks! Do you have any idea how much that cost me? Taxes, permits! If you want sugar, buy it! If not, scram!"
The customer gulped, realizing there was no room for negotiation.
At the Grain Market
Another heated argument broke out in a different part of the city.