"Then have them prepare a meal while we discuss," Romandro said. "We won't be able to eat properly once we return, will we? You should fill up here."
Creak, Thud!
"That... that... noble..."
As soon as the door slammed shut, Romandro clutched the back of his neck, muttering. At this rate, he might actually develop a prejudice against border counts.
Ian picked up the documents Romandro had been reviewing and checked them one by one. "The prices are one thing, but the list itself is completely unsatisfactory."
"I know. There are hardly any relief crops."
With a harsh winter looming, what they needed were crops with short harvest times and relatively high yields – relief crops. But Mereloff's offer consisted only of luxury ingredients primarily consumed by nobles.
"It's ridiculous. Was he on bad terms with Derga?"
"I wouldn't know about that. But regardless, he wouldn't be pleased with the trade itself."