Olive Oil

Ernest hopped onto the carriage followed by Hollen.

"Where are we going?"

Hollen closed the carriage door behind him.

Actually, the forge owner looked genuinely confused.

Only a few minutes ago they had been discussing supply shortages.

Now Ernest was suddenly ordering a carriage.

"To the port."

"The port?"

"Yes."

Ernest leaned back against the seat.

"If we're talking about importing oils, then the best place to start is the people already importing them."

That made Hollen pause and it was obvious.

Yet neither of them had immediately thought of it.

The carriage soon departed from the factory grounds and joined the busy streets of Helmarte.

Traffic gradually increased as they moved closer to the commercial districts.

Merchants.

Laborers.

Horse-drawn wagons.

Delivery carts.

Street vendors.

The city was alive as always.