You quickly swipe through the floating charts until finding the dwarven metallurgy sector analysis. The pie segment fractures into warning-red sub-sections as you tap it with your stylus. 'Ahem - while dwarven forged steel currently yields 12% annualized returns, Magnificence, our prophetic oracles detect stormclouds ahead.'

The projection shifts to show miniature armored dwarves clashing at mountain passes, their animated trade caravans being waylaid by spectral goblin raiders. 'The High King Under the Mountain prepares to levy punishing tariffs on mithril exports. Worse still-' you enlarge a particularly volatile looking graph, 'the gnomes have developed a new alchemical smelting process that could render traditional forges obsolete within a decade.'

Valthorix's massive claws flex, embedding deep grooves in the obsidian desk as he studies the flickering data. 'So these bearded rodents would dare make my investments... volatile?' he growls, the word dripping with more menace than a nest of angry basilisks. You notice small flames licking at the edges of your scroll where the dragon's temper radiates heat.

Swiftly summoning a contingency chart, you continue, 'However! The same trade tensions make defensive positions extraordinarily valuable.' The display shifts to show glowing blueprints of dwarven siege engines. 'Their crossbow manufactories will boom regardless of who wins these squabbles. We could pivot to-' The abacus suddenly screeches as it detects an anomaly, projecting blood-red runes that spell 'OVERCONCENTRATION RISK.'