The Pace of Change - Industrialist Thread
A puff of smoke enveloped the figures head as he exhaled deeply surveying the landscape before him. Borik the Glukkon stood flanked as he was by a small group of sligs, as he shuffled forward into the prefab office to his left.
He took an awkward seat at the desk, and using the voice activation in the room turned on the computers.
Stock charts began to be displayed across the screens, as the tiny office began to humm with energy. Borik laughed causing the cigar to fall from his mouth. He glowered out of the small window looking at the tree line, then looked out at the other window toward the town.
Trees he thought
and population equal profit.
He laughter intensified, as he imagined the money he could exploit from these lands.