"Bountiful harvest this time." Kaelor heard Grant's voice, warm and booming with satisfaction, as the man dismounted from his towering Cerberus, its three heads growling low before settling at his command. They clasped forearms in greeting, a familiarity forged through repeated exchanges.
"I see you conquered the baron of Graystone. Tell me, will you still be interested in slaves now that you've taken all his people?" Grant's light-hearted tone carried an undercurrent of sly humor, his eyes glinting as if testing Kaelor's appetite.
"Of course," Kaelor replied smoothly, though his attention shifted to Grant, who moved straight toward the wagons with the eagerness of a hawk sighting prey. His eyes widened at the sight of the piled sacks, his breath almost catching. He pointed a thick finger at them.
"Are all these Starlight Rice and Eonwheat?"
Kaelor nodded once.
