To all the bigwigs present, this so-called Amnian "envoy" was nothing more than a clown jumping about, incapable of raising any real waves.
Seeing the matter settled in mere moments, they naturally spared it no further attention.
As one of the first nations to develop the southern colony of Maztica, and also a transit hub coordinating trade between north and south, Amn's overall national strength might indeed have been the greatest in the entire western continent.
Had this been more than forty years ago, the northern city-states—dependent on southern imports for grain, ale, carriages, gemstones, and even magical materials—might not have needed to act according to Amn's whims, but they would still have had to give this "economic powerhouse" some face.
Otherwise, being strangled by Amn over the supply of certain goods and raw materials would have been exceedingly unpleasant.
What many ordinary people had yet to notice, however, was that the situation along the entire Sword Coast had already quietly reversed after the three northern city-states led by Minas Tirith, together with Water-Drawing City and Silvermoon City, completed their industrial transformation.
At least in the most crucial matter of food production, after decades of continual reclamation and development in the Evermoors, Zelandia had not only achieved complete food self-sufficiency, but also conveniently filled most of Water-Drawing City's and the Silvermoon Federation's food shortages.
And in industries such as leather goods, magical creations, armor, and weapons, under Levis's downright insane dumping of merchandise, the markets all along the Sword Coast had long fallen beneath the sugar-coated shells of abundant, satisfying goods, crying, "It smells so good!"
Perhaps in certain nations and city-states, rulers could still resist this kind of economic invasion through policies such as raising tariffs and supporting local industries.
But what sort of nation was Amn?
Put bluntly,