The overlord moved to take a seat in the paltry throne that the fey queen had once used, feeling it creak under his armored weight.<br/><br/><b><span style="color: Navy">"We have much to do then. I brought little gold from the fey-realms. We'll need currency if we're to acquire supplies and slaves. How quickly will these contacts of yours begin providing income?"</span></b>he asked.<span style="color: Navy"><b>"And are there other nearby targets that would be suitable for quick raids to give us a rapid infusion of supplies and gold?"</b></span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>