Trailing the group, came Plakk. Dressed in the old dragons' scale robe, Bree lit the purple flame and called the meeting to order. We are in the midst of a crisis. The temperature is dropping everyday. Our fuel supplies are low.
Food is scarce.
We will either starve or freeze. We need a plan. My shelves are bare. And I see you're making a nice profit, charging three and four times the amount for a loaf of bread. The law of supply and demand, my dear, when supply is low the price goes up.