Fitz stared blankly at his boss.
"...What?"
"I see, the long line of carriages blocking the road completely, they are carrying boxes piled like mountains, each filled with the empire's silver coins."
The newspapers in Thunder City are filled with correct but useless nonsense, but the choices people make with their feet are real.
Warner did not trust Andes Bank, nor did he fully trust Edward, but he believed in the choices made unanimously by those bosses wealthier than him.
He doubted the character of those people, but never their intelligence.
"...Since all the wealthy in town are rushing to exchange their stock for that stack of paper in Mr. Jarvis's hands, why should we refuse?"
He said with a smile, then turned around to look at his gaping apprentice, patting the young man's shoulder.
