Joining Hands
After the meal, Sarel took his winter supplies list and went off on her own, sending Defi and Vesia back to the company in the carriage.
How did she even know he had a list?
On second thought, he did not need to ask. It was Aire. Of course it was Aire.
Though, the way Ascharonians sent gossip around was something to note.
Tennar, somehow, knew what had been deliberated at the foodhall before they set foot into the Bluzand front door. The manager directly sent Vesia to sign promotion paperwork and took Defi to his office for a discussion.
Efficient.
Defi was impressed.
Still, while Sarel was the owner, Tennar was the one who was in charge of the details.
And he wasn't happy.