Lynn had barely rested before borrowing Liszt from Hill. He had to settle all the resource prices with Laira; that lady was completely untrustworthy and would very likely exploit loopholes.
Laira had always been willful and reckless. She might deliberately stir up some excitement to draw people to Luskan, but Lynn had no intention of letting Hill suffer such heavy losses.
Such gimmicks had been fine on the Faerûn continent in the past. Back then, there were only so many merchants capable of traveling far, and even adventurers looking to make money could at most profit from the price difference on one or two items.
But now there were nearly a hundred million Undead. Not only did every one of them possess considerable storage space, they had always been wealthy. Not to mention those among them with a sharp head for business: Lynn had long noticed that these middlemen, skilled at buying low and selling high, could profit not only from their own kind but also from price differences between several cities.
There was no use emphasizing the trouble to someone like Laira. She simply did not care about trouble... at most, she would change things immediately after something went wrong. But that would not be good for Hill's reputation.
Moreover, Lynn felt that once Hill learned the truth, he would likely choose to bear the losses rather than issue orders one day and reverse them the next, damaging his own honor.
Unlike Laira, who knew little about the Undead, he had no doubt that they would take advantage of the price gap between the two cities to make a fortune.
Hill would be the one footing the bill then. Lynn would never agree to that.
He had returned now because Laira's city government had basically been set up. She