White Crow Commerce Association.
A middle-aged man adorned in an elegant purple robe, with each finger graced by gemstone rings, and a round hat embedded with gold and pearls on his head.
His eyes are small, his face plump, with a belly protruding as if seven or eight months pregnant, exuding an air of wealth and shrewdness.
He reclined back in his chair, a scrutinizing gaze fixed on the tense figure before him.
"Blando, as per the agreement, if by September 20th you have not repaid us the gold coins, the White Crow Commerce Association will belong to my Rhino Commerce Association!"
"As it stands, everything here practically belongs to me already."
"I haven't taken action to reclaim it yet, out of respect for our past rapport..."
A dozen robust warriors stood behind him with arms folded, staring coldly at Blando within the room.
Behind him were only a dozen staff from the White Crow Commerce Association.
