The messenger reached Stonewake with dust on the outside of the case and dry paper within.
Tavin accepted the arrival mark before opening it.
Day four hundred and sixty-three. Three days since the packet had left the northern depots. The light road had held its booked turns, and the messenger wanted his completion acknowledgment before finding food.
Brin’s signature appeared on the route copy inside.
Asa’s stood beneath the first purchase.
Tavin read the agreed quantity, the accepted grade, the deposit already paid and the balance required when the load was ready. Then he opened Remet’s leading-team plan.
Two groups at the depot approach. Named standing ground. A paid messenger to call the second group forward. The road condition attached to the expected arrival, with no loaded wagon promised a path the foreman had not accepted.
He took the papers to the purchasing room.
