Chapter 61 - Goodbye Tunish

The spies had soured Ren's mood entirely. The grinding stress of waiting for war, the low-level violence that had become routine, the monotony of Tunish, all of it had been sitting on him for weeks, compressing slowly into something heavier than he could comfortably carry. But the spies were the final straw. He was done being patient about it. The merchants had made the mistake of continuing to underestimate him, and he intended to correct that impression properly, to make them genuinely afraid, afraid enough to leave him and his farm alone for good. That was a matter he would attend to when the time was right. For now, something else occupied his mind.