Ten days after the international waygate opening.
"Cheers!"
Everyone around the dinner table said it together with smiles on their faces and then gulped down the premium alcohol Souldealer had brought with her. The taste was deep, slightly spicy, and refreshing at the same time. It was only made in a very exclusive region of the old dragon empire. For them to have it in the Sanctum was the biggest proof of their waygate trade's success.
Ten days and their coffers were already slightly full. The waygates had passed the trial and Damian was soon about to enter stage two of the trade plan. It wasn't all nice and good though—in the week and a half there had been several fights breaking out as merchants and common folk tried to snag a deal for themselves with the Sanctum locals. Sometimes they were right and sometimes the foreigners were right. Even some high-rank merchants and shopkeepers had faced these heated arguments which turned to physical confrontations.
