Young Master Rowan had always had a unique way of thinking, with distinctive insights into economic development.
When problems arose, he responded flexibly, taking unconventional approaches that often proved remarkably effective.
"Interfering with the grain supply is strictly a matter of ordinary people's livelihoods. It touches on the very system of Kul Tiras. Young master, it's not that I'm worried, but the Norwington Family needs to grow, and that takes time."
Floyd poured Rowan some tea. Rowan cradled the bottom of the cup in both hands and smiled faintly.
"There's no need to be so indirect, old chairman. Kul Tiras is ruled by nobles. There's no reason to tiptoe around that. Offending most of the powerful elite certainly wouldn't benefit our family's development. Markets are open now. If we sour our relationships, we won't be able to do business either. After all, demand within our own lands is limited. We have to take the long view." Rowan had carefully considered the opinions of Kul Tiras's major families, but even after weighing everything, he still had no clear answer.
Rowan himself was at a crossroads. The naval battle was over, and everything needed rebuilding. His reputation had soared, especially at this particular moment, and the members of the Family Council would surely show him some consideration.
It was an excellent window for expansion. Rashly using the grain trade to launch an economic war now would hardly be wise.
Still, nothing was absolute. With the naval battle over, this was also when the major families and their merchants' guilds most needed breathing room. In other words, their guilds lacked the strength to stand their ground, particularly in the grain trade, where they faced constraints at every turn.
During the naval battle, most civilian shipping routes had ceased operating. As Kul Tiras was