"The damned Bilgewater Cartel has deployed every one of its merchant ships! Trade Prince Gallywix has gone mad. The orcs promised him mining rights to every mine in Durotar and the Barrens, so he violated the rule forbidding goblin merchants from directly intervening in wars! The shareholders of the Steamwheedle Port Company and the Venture Company are furious. Another trade prince, Revilgaz, plans to sanction Gallywix, and the mercenaries of Blackfuse Technologies are getting restless too."
"In short, a war is about to break out in the goblin world! All because of these damned orcs! I'll lose at least five percentage points of profit this month! They ought to go to hell and feed those lobsterfolk!"
The goblin Warren Manes stood on a chair, holding a wooden pointer and sweeping it back and forth across the map behind him. He wore a finely made little formal suit, with all ten fingers covered in extravagant rings, and spoke with great agitation.
Warren was the goblin merchant Dick had rescued on Champion Island back then. Perhaps out of gratitude, or perhaps because of the opportunism peculiar to goblins, he had chosen not to leave after his rescue. Instead, he had joined Theramore's royal court, serving as its planted agent among the goblins and supplying the kingdom with a great deal of accurate, secret intelligence about the goblin cartels.
Having backing always made things easier. In between passing along intelligence, the shrewd Warren had also made his trading company flourish. It was reportedly quite famous around the great desert of Tanaris, and he was also said to have invested in building an entertainment venue with a very murky background in the Shimmering Flats south of Theramore.
The goblin talked far too much about his own business, until Minister of Administration Mornes interrupted his