"A hundred…"
Garrick's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.
Rathen was no different. A single high-grade elixir of substantial quality was worth around five thousand gold coins. A hundred of them amounted to five hundred thousand gold coins!
"Yeah, alright, that sounds pretty fucking—"
"Too little." Garaxe calmly chimed in. Garrick's mouth remained half-open as Garaxe continued without so much as glancing at him.
"You seem to be underestimating the scale of Zephyrion's disadvantage. He is competing against a house receiving direct assistance from its House Commander. A hundred hardly reflects that." Garaxe regarded Severin evenly. "A thousand should suffice."
"What the…"
Garrick slowly turned towards Garaxe, utterly dumbfounded. Even he was momentarily taken aback by the sheer extent of his brother's greed.
