"Is the grain trade in Stormsong Valley going smoothly?"
Rowan and Chairman Floyd discussed the work Byron was handling.
It was noon at the harbor, and the pleasant sunshine made Floyd drowsy. He had stayed up for two nights straight negotiating the exchange of merchandise orders with Lordaeron's two great trading families.
Illucia had been fairly cooperative, but Aemeth had been less receptive.
"The caravan sent word back. The grain has already been distributed to the towns around Daelin Fortress, so our local trade routes are up and running." Floyd forced himself to stay alert, but still could not suppress a yawn.
Seeing the old chairman's exhausted face, Rowan knew all too well that Illucia and Aemeth of the Agamand family were difficult to deal with.
This merchandise exchange was undoubtedly a tremendous challenge.
"Illucia and Aemeth aren't easy to deal with. If you run into any trouble, tell me, old chairman. I'll take care of it for you." Rowan offered to ease Chairman Floyd's burden.
Not that Rowan had had an easy time lately himself. Investigating Lord Arthur's illness and persuading the old men on the Family Council to commit to eliminating the Provisional Council of Nobles had consumed a great deal of his energy.
Still, with certain matters, especially troublesome ones involving Illucia, Rowan would always get better results than the old chairman.
Floyd sighed softly. "Young Master Rowan, you know that our Morris Industries District's production capacity far exceeds that of Lordaeron's two great trading families. After the third shipment reached Southshore and Menethil Harbor, they had no spare merchandise left to exchange for our products. But the Noble Group still needs plenty of goods. Under the trade agreements the two trading families signed with the Noble Group Interim Council, at least five more orders need to