It was a funny thing. Greycoast was a notoriously anarchic state. Bandits and wild beasts roamed its highways, revolts were commonplace, and most merchants with any sense steered their ships away from the state. Yet its burgher elite somehow always came out on top of whatever disaster beset that blighted northern nation, and its banks still remained stable. Technically, the Tolls of Greycoast were separate institutions from its government, but considering the same families that bickered in the shambles of the national Ting that formed its parliament also ran its banks, the division was laughable.