Yorn stayed for a night and set off early the next morning.
He didn't forget to haggle with Bradley, exchanging some corn and spices for several baskets of smoked fish, happily adding them to his own supplies.
It seems he truly likes this rich-flavored and long-lasting specialty of Red Tide Territory.
Before leaving, he waved his hand nonchalantly, smiling as he said to Louis:
"I'll come again next spring, and we'll take a bath together then!"
The knights and accompanying soldiers around them were holding back laughter, their faces red and necks thick.
For a moment, a peculiar yet lively atmosphere filled the front of the castle gates.
Louis helplessly held his forehead, watching Yorn lead his large troop away, taking with him knights, provisions, and a cart of smoked fish.
...
The snow of the Northern Territory fell silently.
At night, the wind made no sound, silently brushing across the land.
