Gelang bought forty pounds of honey, and he could clearly sense something was off about Joe's attitude.
His face burned with embarrassment. Gelang had to admit he'd been boasting—just a little... But he truly believed Baron Porcupine was just the lord of some backwater village who had stumbled upon a swarm of wild bees.
The small barrel of honey was loaded onto his wagon, leaving plenty of empty space.
Just by selling this bit of honey, Gelang could make dozens of Silver Moons—more than he earned in several months of doing business in Linta Bay.
Seeing that the other caravan was still loading in the distance, Gelang sidled up to Joe.
"My friend, what are they buying from Porcupine Territory?" For a merchant, having a thick skin was the first requirement.
Joe answered, "Porcupine Brand beer, Porcupine Brand spirits, and Porcupine Brand soap. They're from East Port."
"A caravan from East Port!" Gelang exclaimed in surprise.
