The Guardians
Taurus & Ursus
Two tempers of the market. Both kneel to the ledger.
Money that hurries, dies. The House compounds in silence, across seasons, indifferent to noise and to those who make it.
Opinions are marble dust. Only the entries endure — every position, every price, every consequence, recorded without mercy.
Nothing enters the vault that was not measured twice. The House does not gamble; it underwrites.
Older than empires. Solvent through all of them.
Two tempers of the market. Both kneel to the ledger.
All requests for coin must be submitted in the proper form, inked upon the Royal Scroll below, and dispatched by courier to His Excellency. Speak freely, or choose from the traditional forms. The House reads every petition.
