Magistrate

18th May 1574

"So this is the fabled site where the beer that turned the capital on its head is produced!'

Just the first sentence that the Magistrate spouted as soon as his feet touched the makeshift riverport managed to convince me that dealing with him will be either insanely simple or a damned pain in the butt. 

"No, sir. The beer of the Tarnowian land is produced exclusively in Tarnow. What you can see here, is the site that produces the new material we are going to use to build the road along with the peripheral projects required to keep it running."

Instantly correcting the man as I offered him my hand, I smiled and added.

"Obviously, we have some of the barrels stored here just in case of a need like that. Outside of that, I would like to offer you, sir brother, a nice ride to Tarnow later on, as to let you inspect how are we going to move the insane amount of resources to the road construction site."