After talking business with Illucia the day before yesterday, Rowan couldn't shake the feeling that she'd played him.
Failing to secure the order was one thing, but he'd also wasted an entire evening.
In looks and figure alone, Illucia was one in ten thousand. Not that Rowan lacked beautiful girls around him. Jaina, Lucille, and Valeera were all just as attractive as Illucia.
But Illucia had a particular talent: role-playing. More precisely, she was good at playing different personalities.
Beautiful faces were a dime a dozen; an interesting soul was one in a million. Illucia had both, making her extremely dangerous.
Women who knew how to play games were bad news.
Honestly, Rowan was getting cold feet. He didn't dare approach Illucia to discuss the details of the grain trade.
Then, early that morning, the old guild president came to hurry him along.
Without grain orders from the Barov Merchants' Guild, the Norwington Family would be putting on a one-man show.
Kul Tiras's postwar economy was in a slump, especially its grain market.
Nearly four months of war had consumed enormous quantities of stored grain. Not only had commoners run out of food, but even the Four Great Families were struggling to keep themselves supplied.
Among the major merchants' guilds of the Eastern Kingdoms, the Barov Family had a near monopoly on the grain market.
The Kingdom of Stormwind had once possessed thousands of acres of fertile farmland reclaimed in Zul'Gurub, but the war against the Orcs had destroyed the foundations of years of reclamation. Now the Stormwind Court was having a difficult time as well, and the people of Westfall couldn't even feed themselves.
In recent years, the Barov Family had dominated the grain trade in Menethil Harbor, making it the undisputed industry leader in the Eastern Kingdoms.
So,