The port city of Jaslo was abuzz. Despite the war, the city had been left in a state of relative calm. Food didn't go scarce easily, and people were able to trade for any lost, and the actual fighting was far enough away, allowing people to sleep easily.
Marquess Roch Marszalek, the same man who choked Horace, sat peacefully in his office. Despite his title, his family's main base of power was Jaslo, with them essentially usurping the role of Mayor. Everything about the day was normal, and Roch looked at his clock. Seeing the time, he put his pen down and got up, grabbed his coat and left.
"Marquess." Outside his office, a woman walked alongside him as they both made their way outside quickly. "The shipment has yet to arrive," she said in a nervous voice. Roch frowned but said nothing.
