The northern mine convoy waited in the trade house courtyard. Large iron-reinforced wagons stood lined in two neat rows, each marked with the Caelthorn crest. Heavy chests secured with steel locks rested inside them, filled with uncut gemstones fresh from the mines.
Workers moved busily between the wagons. Some inspected the wheels and axles. Others double-checked the seals on the crates.
Soldiers from the royal military stood positioned around the perimeter, their presence ensuring that no curious merchant or opportunistic thief came too close.
The entire courtyard hummed with preparation.
I walked slowly along the row of wagons, reviewing the inventory ledger in my hand while Charles explained the details beside me.
"Three shipments from the northern shaft," he said, pointing towa
