Esmel brought his tool chest to work on a borrowed cart.
Iven noticed because the porter lead usually arrived with a belt, a coat and a complaint about whichever wagon had occupied his staging space overnight. Today he had a locked wooden box, a folded loan paper and no complaint at all.
He put the box behind the receiving bench.
Then he went to move the first load.
Iven waited until the carriage had cleared the landing before asking.
“Moving house?”
“No.”
Esmel looked at the chest.
