After briefly soothing the Fairies, Hill sat on the terrace with the curious little ones, watching the harbor scenery together.
There were a great many people in the harbor, and they all looked very well trained. Perhaps because this place belonged to the authorities, they all appeared tall and sturdy.
Their black outer robes were less finely made and less brightly colored than An Yanfei's blue short-sleeved outer robe, but the styles were similar. The only difference was that their hems were shorter, reaching only halfway down their thighs.
But Hill could tell that even though their status in the harbor was not high, their faces were full of spirit. When they carried cargo, they did not seem to feel inferior to anyone.
Especially when facing foreign merchants, these laborers all wore the same unconcerned expressions. Perhaps because they were all low-ranking professionals, Hill studied their footsteps and determined that they were martial artists, much like the warriors of Faerûn.
No matter how low-ranking a professional was, once they rose beyond the apprentice tier, their status would be somewhat different. If this were not an important official site of the Dragonborn Empire, it would have been impossible for even box-carrying laborers to be professionals.
These people worked for their own country, not for these foreign merchants. Their usual treatment was surely generous enough that they did not need to rely on merchant tips to make a living.
Although they accepted the tips offered by merchants with smiling faces, that money was probably merely icing on the cake rather than a necessity of life. As a result, even while bending down to carry crates, the Dragonborn people held their heads high with pride.
Hill quietly watched the harbor below. None of the captains daring enough to sail the open seas could