Chapter 97 A Captains Discerning Eye (2/2)

”And the goods you're bringing back, Captain?”

”Plenty of Wheat for the winter, and furs,” Jeremiah replied, ”Two sacks of Deer, 4 of sheep's wool and ten sacks of wolf fur”.

”Wolf, sir?” asked Hargreeve.

”Quite the scavengers of battlefields apparently, plenty were killed off and they had an excess,” Jeremiah replied, ”Wouldn't be surprised if it becomes rare in the future though, they hunted that many of them that I have to question if there are many left”.

Hargreeve nodded, ”Very good, sir”.

”What am I being loaded with then?” asked Jeremiah, his eyes scanning the dock workers and their cargo. Plenty of ores, a bit of salt. There was a lot to choose from. Ores he'd be sent to Uratha, Salt it was more likely to be Talnoth.

”Master Griffith has ordered you to return to the Isles, Captain,” Hargreeve stated, pulling a sealed letter from his coat, ”Apparently your presence is required at the Trade Festival on Rouke”.

Jeremiah's eyes narrowed as he took the letter hesitantly, ”Aren't there enough traders on Rouke?”

Hargreeve backed away with a smile, knowing the personality of the Captain before him, ”Unfortunately sir, I'm just passing on orders”.

Then Hargreeve turned and walked away before he Jeremiah could protest further.

Aaron, Jeremiah's cabinboy, arrived beside his Captain, ”Anything the matter, sir?”

Jeremiah sighed, ”Let's go and get a drink, Aaron. I've spent too long on duty to deal with this”.

”Very good, Sir”.

No protest at it being only nine in the morning. Aaron simply knew his Captain too well to argue.