The warships sailed out of the waters off Kul Tiras. The voyage was calm, and five days later, Rowan arrived at Southshore.
The town was small and built beside the sea, with several hundred pointed-roof cottages scattered along its long, flat coastline.
Before the fleet docked, Rowan spotted all sorts of figures bustling around the harbor.
Short, stocky dwarves with rugged faces and thick beards were hauling enormous barrels of ale onto wagons.
A few tall, handsome male high elves, their eyes glowing azure, were discussing the prices of enchanting materials with merchants dressed just as lavishly as they were.
Rowan had seen plenty of green-skinned goblins at Tradewinds Market. Wherever they went, they behaved exactly the same, shouting at the top of their lungs that their goods offered the best value and the lowest prices.
Southshore followed the same policy as Kul Tiras: an open market where every race could trade freely under the official protection of the Kingdom of Lordaeron.
"We're here. Finally." Rowan let out a long breath. Despite a few scares, the sea voyage had ended safely, and the cargo had arrived on schedule.
The arrival of ten warships caused quite a stir in the harbor.
Southshore was a commercial port, after all, and the sight of large warships docking left the merchants somewhat uneasy.
Mayor Maleb hurried over as soon as he heard the news. Ten warships entering the harbor was no small matter.
Even with an alliance agreement between the human nations, they could not simply sail their warships over whenever they pleased.
When Mayor Maleb saw the Norwington Family's battle flags fluttering above the ships, his worries instantly vanished. They were Norwington Family warships. In that case, there was no problem.
The warships dropped anchor, and the Norwington Family's cargo ships slowly entered