Capítulo 91: Good Business

"You're late" a man whose belly couldn't possibly expand any further without rupturing spoke with a face reddened by the ambient warmth, the heat of the two suns was even worse inside of the city, much less cold breezes to rescue you and a density of people and building trapping the hot, accumulating it.

"Sorry, a freaking tree had fallen in the way, and no one to help me, I had to get a change of clothes afterward, looked like I had went for a swim, but hey, fifteen whole barrels of salt, with the stop in production, this is a lot" the man spread his arms and tilted his head to side a bit.

The well-fed man shook his head, beads of sweat emerging from his forehead, trickling down his chin and neck.

"Here, that's double the usual, now help me unload" he threw a pouch of coins, rolling his eyes as he climbed up onto the carriage, the two of them carefully unloaded each of the barrels on stable ground.