The futures market in Tarry Port had always been the place where the financial pulse of the Gray Sea, and even the entire southern Duchy, beat the strongest.
There was none of the elegance of a noble's salon here, only the most primal greed. On the giant blackboard hanging on the wall, commodity prices from all across the continent were hastily updated in chalk. Every erasure and new scribble was met with a chorus of cheers or curses from the crowd.
Today, the market's focus was on the "deep-sea shipping contracts" for the next three months.
"Another ten points! The Blackstone Hand Commerce Association is buying up all deep-sea shipping contracts for the 'Emerald Bay' route next quarter! We'll take as many as you have!"
