“Vullian did a great job,” Tony commented as he put on the clothes the mayor had bought from Sharian. The pants were deep blue wool, the tunic and vest heavy pale blue silk embroidered with gold and silver threads. Not too flashy but definitely meant to let others know the merchant was far from poor. Leofric, on the other hand, was dressed in brown leather, somewhat scuffed from battles defending the men who had hired him, or so it would seem to anyone who took notice.
The cart and mule they were borrowing belonged to a merchant who dealt in wines and spices. He was willing to lend it to them as long as they took an order of wine to a shop in Rerenlion. It was now waiting in the inn’s stable yard, having been delivered by one of the merchant’s people early that morning.
Tony had decided
