Bab 164: 130,000 KG!

At the break of dawn, Logan rose from his bed, the morning still thick with mist, and hurried towards the tribal winery, his thoughts racing. There was no time to waste; Fisher and the old elf were waiting for him at the tribal hall. Today, they were bound for Canyon City, and that journey promised to be unlike any other.

When Logan arrived at the hall, he found Fisher, his brother-in-law, standing with the old elf, who seemed more interested in his morning liquor than the impending trip. Fisher's eyes twinkled with anticipation, while the elf, a figure of legend, was still somewhat bleary-eyed. Despite his renowned powers, the elf's passion for drink was infamous. Dozens of kilograms of liquor before the sun was fully up, that was his routine.