The recent integration of beastn from the fourth departnt had brought additional manpower, allowing Kodiak to deploy a skilled contingent of breeders to the pens. The bolstered ranks now neared a hundred and fifty, making the managent of the burgeoning livestock far more efficient with the addition of new workers.
"This significant increase in manpower has greatly facilitated the expansion of our breeding operations, setting us on a fast track to et our rapid developnt goals," Kodiak explained, enthusiasm evident in his tone.
"Excellent!" Logan responded, his nod conveying approval. The resolution of the tribe's at scarcity was a pressing concern, and Kodiak's report offered a glimr of hope.
"Yet, we must scale our efforts even further," Logan added, his voice taking on a serious tone. "At the conclusion of this eting, I will allocate an additional two hundred gold coins to your budget. Use these funds to acquire low-level monsters from the nearby camps, creatures that can be tad and utilized as a substantial at source. Aim for a diverse array of species."
Logan's strategic planning was evident; the Silver Mane Tribe had previously relied on large carnivorous monsters for sustenance. However, the consecutive years of famine had forced them to consu all such beasts to survive the harsh tis.
"Just last year, we faced severe shortages, compelling us to slaughter every last one of our dosticated predators," Logan recalled, the mory tinged with regret.
"Now, with our finances sowhat stabilized, it's imperative that we reintroduce larger carnivores into our ranks," he declared, setting a clear directive. "We cannot rely solely on dragon rats and white rabbits for our at supplies in the long term,."
Frankly, if Logan weren't bound by his duties as chief, he'd gladly trade his title for a permanent stay in Canyon City, feasting on its abundant ats for over twenty days, never wishing to return to the austere life of his tribe, which barely had any at even for its chief.
Back in the tribe, the daily fare of black bread was a stark contrast, one that Logan found increasingly hard to stomach.
Upon hearing Logan describe the culinary riches of Canyon City, Jean, a woman often regarded as naïve by him, was astounded to learn about a ten cubic ter storage ring brimming with at that he brought from the city. Logan, hearing her reaction, half-jokingly accused himself of pettiness for his food-envy.
Indeed, Logan harbored a fleeting thought of keeping such a bounty for himself, but dismissed it quickly. If word of this ca from Jean, it might pass without much fuss, but if it seed to originate from him, dissatisfaction among his people would surely ensue. He decided that compromising his reputation and the dignity of his leadership for re culinary satisfaction was too great a sacrifice.
The ntion of two hundred gold coins stirred a shock in the hall, particularly affecting Begon and Kodiak.
Begon, staring incredulously at Logan, struggled with the reality that his nephew had spent more than twenty days moonlighting as a shopkeeper only to return and allocate such a staggering sum to a re animal pen, a decision he found recklessly generous. Normally, it took the tribe years to save an equivalent amount, money that was earmarked for essentials like food and water.
"This amount for the animal pens, it's utterly reckless," Begon muttered under his breath, his heart racing at the thought of such lavish expenditure, regardless of whatever fortune Logan had amassed.
Begon opened his mouth to protest, but a quick, knowing smile from Logan and a subtle gesture urged him to hold his peace. Though anxious, Lott reluctantly clamped his lips shut.
"Chief... Chief... Master!" Kodiak blurted out, glancing at Begon, his face a mask of shock. It seed unimaginable to him that Logan, their master, now wielded the financial power to dispense two hundred gold coins with such ease.
When Logan announced the allocation of two hundred gold coins, Kodiak was visibly shaken, his voice trembling as he attempted to speak.
"My subordinates and I will ensure the animal pens are managed excellently for the Chief!" Kodiak managed to steady his nerves and delivered a firm salute to Logan.
"Kodiak, you misunderstand," Logan corrected him gently, his tone earnest. "You aren't just managing the pens for , but for all of our nearly four thousand tribespeople. The speed at which our tribe can return to eating at depends on your efforts. I trust you won't let , or them, down."
"Yes, sir!" Kodiak responded, his nod filled with renewed purpose as he accepted the two hundred gold coins, a gesture that underscored Logan's deep trust in him.
anwhile, Begon's discomfort was visible, and the rest of those present exchanged speculative glances, all wondering about the chief's wealth after his extended absence. The ease with which Logan handed over such a substantial sum led so to jokingly suspect him of having turned to thievery.
Whispers circulated about the chief's recent proposal to establish a band of thieves, and rumors swirled about the missing half of his guard, replaced, it seed, by a group of wild quilboars, though details remained scarce.
Noting the murmurs and his uncle's evident restraint, Logan decided to clarify matters, cutting straight to the heart of his report. "This trip, I've brought back 330,000 kilograms of wheat from Kasros Canyon," he announced, pausing to gauge their reaction before adding, "To be exact, it should be around 334,700 kilograms."
He continued, his voice tinged with a hint of regret, "My original plan was to purchase 500,000 kilograms, as our storage capacity and a generous discount from a major grain rchant would have allowed for it. This rchant deals directly, eliminating costly middlen and significantly reducing our expenses compared to local purchases.
Unfortunately, that was all my brother-in-law had available at the ti."
The revelation of 330,000 kilograms of wheat left everyone in the room staring at Logan in awe, processing the scale of his successful procurent.
Begon's excitent grew; 330,000 kilograms of wheat would sustain the Silver Mane Tribe for the next month, a significant relief.
"This recent venture to Kasros Canyon was quite fruitful," Logan began, capturing the room's attention. "In collaboration with Jean,?the woman I introduced last night,?and her brother, we managed to earn a thousand gold coins in just over twenty days."
He paused to let the magnitude of that achievent sink in before continuing, "With Tyton, Kadia, and the others stationed in Canyon City, the tribe can consistently make a thousand gold coins every month if all remains well."
"This ans," he added with a hint of solemnity yet not revealing too much, "there will be no famines in our future."
Logan chose his words carefully, avoiding the intricacies of their activities in Canyon City. He believed in the proverb that 'big trees attract the wind.' For the Silvermane Tribe, it was about quietly amassing resources, staying vigilant, and fortifying defenses without drawing undue attention.
Begon and the others were visibly stunned by the notion of earning a thousand gold coins monthly. Such inco ensured more than just survival, it promised a comfortable life for the tribe.
Every gaze turned towards Logan, filled with respect and admiration. The chief had not only secured their imdiate needs but had also paved the way for sustained prosperity.
Begon, typically outspoken, along with Reynolds, usually too overwheld to react, and Crow, among others, found new respect for their young chief. Since Logan's rise to power, he had not only doubled the tribe's population by annexing four tribes but had significantly bolstered its strength.
As the realization of their improved fortune settled in, Logan's tone grew stern. "It's crucial that none of you speak of our food supplies or the profits we're making monthly," he commanded.
"Three hundred and thirty thousand kilograms of grain could draw dangerous attention, especially now when the region is in chaos. If our rivals learn of our wealth, it won't be long before they unite against us, just as Duskin's coalition did before. This ti, they might not just be driving away tigers to devour wolves, they'll co at us full force."
The weight of his words hung in the air, reinforcing the gravity of their situation and the need for discretion.
The eting concluded swiftly, much to the delight of all present.
Kodiak glead with satisfaction as he collected the two hundred gold coins he had been promised. The shimring pile, resplendent in its abundance and allure, was indeed a sight to behold, casting a light of mild envy on Begon and the other beastn faces. It wasn't just the monetary value but the sheer brilliance of the gold that dazzled the eyes of those who witnessed it.
This not only confird the truth in Logan's words but also left the attendees of the eting in high spirits as they vacated the hall, their hearts buoyed by the prospects of a promising new era for the Silvermane Tribe.
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