Thomason's ferocious face wrinkled together.
"You know, we rely on illegal trade here."
"But now that we're part of the Coldcrest Duchy, we must follow the laws of the Duchy..."
"Otherwise, the Duke will have us all beheaded."
"But we don't know how to do anything other than illegal business...!"
Ellie Miller: "..."
Why are you speaking of this so confidently?
Thomason whispered, "Do you think he's forgotten about this 'junkyard' now that he's divorced you?"
"If I lead the brothers back to our old line of work, will we end up on the chopping block one day?"
The kettle on the stove boiled, its spout whistling a shrill "woo woo."
Thomason promptly picked up the kettle, pouring everyone a bowl of hot water.
The cramped room held more than a dozen tall knights, appearing crowded.
"My knights, apologies, we're too poor—just hot water, no tea.
If you have your own tea, quickly add it while the water's hot."
He even pushed his own cup of hot water toward the knights.
