"They say." Old Tasso was also quite puzzled: "'The rebels' are engaging in large-scale purchases in Artemis, grain, hemp, oil, tobacco… no matter what it is, as long as it's transported to Artemis, it can be sold to 'the rebels' for twice the price. That's why the lords are sending good things there cartloads at a time as if possessed."
"Grain prices will rise again?" Laor suddenly snapped back to his senses: "Deliver to Artemis, and 'the rebels' will buy? Blood Wolf... where do they get so much gold and silver from? Could this be a trap..."
Old Tasso leaned on his saber, shrugging nonchalantly.
Old Majiya remained silent.
A commotion suddenly came from ahead, waking the napping drivers under the roadside trees, who looked towards the checkpoint, confused.
Suddenly, one coachman ran towards his cart. Following him, the other coachmen rushed to their carts like a herd following a panicked horse.
A voice as loud as a bell came from the front:
"Prepare your passes!"
