Negotiating with the villagers

22nd April 1574

"I know this might sound weird, but do you maybe have any huge pots? The bigger, the better. Also, if you have any men looking for work, I could make use of them as well."

Rather than replying in kind to the rude question of the villager, I simply explained what I came here for, hoping that my politeness wouldn't be taken as a sign of weakness. While it was rare to see villagers randomly attack a noble, especially if they knew that not only he had an armed escort but also a huge group waiting for his return, I couldn't help but worry.

After all, in this day and age, taking one's life was as simple and easy as eating a meal!

"We don't have any spare ones, but Nemen Village might have some in stock. After all, they have a smithy…"