Lord of Altera
Merchantry seems to be a common sort of a thing. Deep in the south beyond most claims of man, elf or eark, not even death could stop industry. Orders were orders, and those who remained continued the shipping in of crude ores to be brought further south in exchange for gold or raw coppers. Though, that's all rumor. Some say the reality of it is that the autonomous order is operating on making naught of bandit camps and granting amnesty to those that join them, their iron or gold being absorbed to be placed in constant recycle of the growing district further south. Blue and black. Red and silver, aswell as the overencompassing black of it all. And so, the industry would continue unhindered it would seem, and the call of industry just beginning to roar.