Zandalar finally made its move.
The main forces of the Royal Fleet and the Combined Fleet pursued the Iron Tide Pirates into the waters off Nazmir. The Zandalari Empire deployed its entire navy and rescued Halaa.
After some discussion, Lord Ashvane and Marshal Valentin decided to return to Kul Tiras for the time being and consider their next move.
Faced with Zandalar's formidable royal forces, it would have been a lie to say they were not nervous.
A war between nations was not theirs to decide. Neither could shoulder that responsibility.
By the time Rowan received the news, two days had already passed. Ellen was becoming increasingly unreliable. For a newsman skilled in alchemy, he was far too slow at reporting information. Once news lost its timeliness, it could easily affect subsequent decisions.
Of course, Rowan was only grumbling to himself. Ellen was damn well one of the best employees he had ever seen.
He worked his ass off for a whole month without asking for a raise or a bonus. All he wanted was his paycheck at the end of the month so he could buy herbs. If he had money to spare, he would even buy a stalk of anchor weed.
Rowan also got the flasks he brewed for free.
On reflection, this was starting to smell a little like capitalism.
Rowan immediately took a bath, determined to wash away any association with being a capitalist.
To reward Ellen, Rowan simply set aside a large room for use as an alchemy laboratory.
"You'll have a budget of 500 gold coins every month. Go straight to Steward Kande to collect it. But Byron mustn't find out about this money," Rowan said solemnly.
A few days earlier, Rowan had learned that Byron was doing much better. He could just about