"Then those merchants should improve their services," Elara interrupted. "Competition drives quality. Basic economics."
Kessler's smile vanished entirely. "Your Highness, with respect, you've only been in Port Crestfall a short time. You may not understand the local dynamics—"
"I understand that you own three shops in the market district and lease space to seven others," Elara said calmly. "Your rental income is approximately two hundred gold per month. A successful supermarket would reduce foot traffic to that district by an estimated thirty to forty percent, cutting your revenue significantly."
The color drained from Kessler's face.
"So this isn't about 'economic stability,'" Elara continued. "This is about your personal finances. Please don't insult my intelligence by pretending otherwise."
Silence.
One of Kessler's guards shifted uncomfortably. The workers had completely stopped pretending to work.
