Chandea, Year of Severus, 21st, I.R., the 86th day of Spring, Broken Springs
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"Hmmmm…" The armor-clad, high-ranking knight raised his cup and poured a little of the posca on a glass bowl. "Clear…too clear." He noted while still staring at the sweet-smelling concoction.
"Was this to your liking, Commander Lucresia?" His lieutenant asked.
Nullus could hear the entire conversation. It was about three days ago when he convinced the lower-ranking officers to let him talk with their Commander about the products his town was offering and about a venture he wanted to partner with one of the most influential houses in the Principalia.
It was about a day ago when he received word from the knight's camp that he was invited to an audience with the head commander. He was also instructed to bring his products of wine and posca to the meet-up.