The contract was short, just a single page, but its contents were staggering.0

The first clause stated that the elven race would pay a ransom of twenty million gold per elf captive. This figure had originally been something Ambrose tossed out casually. He had even dressed it up with talk about honoring an agreement with the dwarves, triple compensation and all, but he had never imagined that an elf could really fetch twenty million gold. In his estimation, ransoming them for two million each would already have been a profit, even more so than the paladins he had acquired in the past.0

And yet Lady Rose had somehow forced the elves to accept that price. Just this one clause alone meant several hundred million in revenue. Ambrose's soulfire burned fiercely with excitement. He could barely imagine what would happen when hundreds of millions of gold coins were fused with the Golden Throne. Would it transform directly into a flying golden palace?1

The second clause was equally outrageous. Each year, Ambrose could requisition up to ten...0