Tiaral

After the general meeting, Albert approached Jert personally.
-- Friend, what are you doing? -- Albert frowned slightly, a hint of disappointment in his voice. -- Tell me, if it weren't me, someone with a good reputation, but rather one of your less sensible acquaintances, would you have so readily parted with your money? Because it seems to me that you would, and that scares me.

-- I approached him with all my heart and generosity, and this is how he... Ugh, and he calls himself a friend!
Feigning offense, Jert turned his back to Albert to avoid bursting into laughter.
-- Actually, I was saving money to buy good equipment for myself and to develop the family business. And then you showed up with your problems. Are you sure that anyone in this organization would help you, considering that Aldric is barely making ends meet due to those damned taxes? And that's not even mentioning the mess we made in Heckel with our own efforts.
After a short pause, the rogue lowered his head. They all suffered huge losses due to the simple unwillingness of the Visterian to possess power over the entire crane and Aldric's strange decision. If they had stayed put, considering the customs of the Black Serpent clan, they could have settled there and developed their business. However, for that, they would have had to wait for his father, since Jert himself didn't want to get involved in these matters.
-- In short, I understand you. You don't need money from old friends; you want to rescue the lady of your heart with the help of strangers. If I didn't know you, I would think this was a brilliant scam. In any case, it's better for me to keep the money, and a kind superhero from Visteria will help you.
In reality, Jert didn't intend to leave his friend in trouble, but he didn't want to listen to lectures about things that were already obvious.