Sackhoff welcomed Miss Ilucia back to Southshore.
While it was still light, the Old Butler went to the warehouse and counted the grain delivered from the Norwington Territory once more.
The grain was plump and of excellent quality. Sackhoff marveled inwardly at how the world had changed. Since when had a maritime trading kingdom like Kul Tiras become a grain exporter? And how had they become so skilled at farming?
With Southshore's reconstruction imminent, the construction crews in the town had bought up almost all the grain at the harbor.
The Barov Family had previously stockpiled large quantities of provisions to supply the army, leaving the Barov Merchants' Guild with little grain to spare now.
Sackhoff checked the guild's recent orders and discovered that most of them came from the Norwington Merchants' Guild.
Remembering how Rowan had purged the Noble Group, he grew worried.
The greatest danger in trade was the emergence of an oligopoly. Life would only become harder for the Barov Merchants' Guild.
He hoped the help Miss Ilucia had recently given the Norwington Merchants' Guild would bring sufficient returns.
By the time Illucia reached Tarren Mill, the sky was growing dark. Her mother, Lady Jandice, had prepared a lavish dinner to welcome her home.
During dinner, Illucia briefly recounted the events of the past two months. In the end, it became a story about a young noble who championed hope and justice, united the people, and defeated the forces of evil.
Illucia's younger brother listened with rapt attention. He longed for that sort of stirring adventure.
"Rowan is so amazing, Sis. Could you bring him home and make him my brother-in-law? I've made up my mind. Rowan is my idol from now on," Weldon declared solemnly, his little face stern.
To think her brat of a brother