O sol. Kingdom of Breochlear 104 of Leshra, Sccond Age
"The king is bleeding us dry with his taxes!"
A murmur of agreement from the crowd followed the desperate merchant's statement. Braithe shifted a little in the rafters to better see the room below. The Merchants' Guild Hall was bustling, its members gathered for their monthly assembly.
"My cousin had to close his shop last week!" Another merchant chimed in.
"I will go to debtors' prison if they don't let up soon!" The hall erupted in similar cries of despair and anger. Not one member seemed to be safe from the tax collectors.
Braithe shook her head, saddened by their struggles. The Kingdom of Breoch was in a terrible state, and the complaints of the merchants were unfortunately only part of it. Her gaze scanned the crowd below as the meeting continued, her eyes coming back to a man she had noticed earlier.