In the Misty Region, a merchant caravan with forty or fifty people was already considered a medium-sized caravan just beginning to take shape.
One of the standards for being accepted as a caravan member was the ability to fight and possessing a certain foundation in combat.
Generally speaking, a caravan of forty or fifty people had considerable fighting strength.
The caravan that had arrived in the town was one of this sort—though the sparrow was small, it possessed all five vital organs.
The entire caravan's property belonged to a middle-aged merchant named Nisang.
Everyone else was a hand he had hired.
Each of them had been carefully selected young men with some practical combat skills.
Nisang was a short, slightly plump merchant. He was not particularly lavish with his money, but since he was wealthier than ordinary people, he was not overly harsh toward his workers.
As soon as he entered the inn, he gave the inn staff some silver coins and told them to prepare food and wine.
After a while of bustling activity, the food and wine were laid out.
Just as Nisang was eating with his workers, the innkeeper Lidun walked over.
"Boss Nisang, I have something to tell you," Lidun said with a genial smile.
"Oh? Please, go ahead." Nisang had dealt with Lidun several times, and the two got along fairly well. Seeing Lidun approach, Nisang set down his knife and fork.
"It's like this. There is an honored guest upstairs who wishes to see you."
"An honored guest?" Nisang's gaze turned toward the second floor.
"Yes, a Druid. He wishes to discuss something with you," Lidun said calmly.
Anyone who looked closely would have noticed a proud expression in his eyes. Being able to deal with such a miraculous Druid made Lidun feel deeply