Ash Mountain Pass

After the last week of winter, Jordan Zebulun stood outside his manor watching his workers prepare the fields for planting. His eyes were filled with the vision of being the sole distributor of golden fragrant corn in the entire wasteland.

Although the attempt to kill his suppliers did not work, he believed they would not dare return again. After all, there was nothing a merchant feared more than his life being at risk.

This was the third month of the new year, and he had marked it as the month his rise began. 

"My Lord, there's news from Hebron Town!"

A servant ran up to him.

"What is it?" 

"Baron Flameheart invited the renowned families in the barony to a feast last night, and the news of golden fragrant corn and hexakad eggs is all over the place! The corn is already in the market, and people are rushing after it to prepare the meal; many called it otherworldly."

Jordan's face crumpled. 

"That shrewd merchant!!"