The news from the Water Nymph had piqued Leech's interest in the maritime world.
For the time being, construction on the docks had to be halted due to the weather.
Leech wasn't about to kill the goose that laid the golden eggs. A slower pace was acceptable. He needed his people to stay healthy—the loss of even a single person would pain him for a long time to come.
However, sailing itself wasn't an issue. A ship could still set out without a dock.
The Porcupine Territory tavern.
The moment the door swung open, a wave of stinking warmth washed over him.
The tavern was crammed to capacity. To accommodate the overflow, a few extra tables had been set up on the road outside. Peering in from the doorway, one could see nothing but a dense mass of people.
