page_0: "Expecting another shipment in three days and I don't know how I'm going to make that work with Lash's men hanging around like they are.

Lash must suspect something, but I can't figure out how he got onto it.  Unless... no, I won't believe that of Markus.

All I know is, time is running out and Wend expects me to deliver. I wouldn't disappoint her for the world, but I'm I shorthanded here at the mill as it is, and now I have to deal with these cutthroats, see to my regular milling duties, and somehow get the shipment past them without their noticing.  And where is that blasted dwarf!?"
