Chapter 267: Fat south

Baron The pack’s operations were straightforward. The was it ran was crucial, as were the precious stones mined from deep within the mountains of the North, in the biting cold that many would never survive. Baron, of course, along with the rest of the park, greatly appreciated their contributions. The cost city managed trade effectively, properly distributing resources and ensuring that the North received the profits due to them. Getting fat was hardly the expression Baron would use. Instead, every time he saw his northern brethren, he knew for a fact that they were the ones with rosy cheeks and oily foreheads. But Baron didn’t want to mention it. Perhaps he thought to himself that the North didn’t have a heavy enough hand on them, but did they really need one? They were miners who worked for an honest living and needed to be rewarded as such. “There must be a way to negotiate a better arrangement,” Baron pressed. “If the North breaks away, it will not be without bloodshed.” Baron sa