Javier carried the giant sandbag to the warehouse then dusted his hand.
Alongside him were a few other porters working for the sand mine near Scalize. Sand was one of Scalize's main products, it was what kept the place afloat in times of hardship like winter.
Merchants stopped trading around winter because of how cold it was in the North. When spring came, the trade route would return to its usual crowded state and the sand mine wouldn't pay that good anymore.
Javier, along with a few other commoners, used this chance to get as much as they could.
For Javier, it was no way near the money he had from being an assassin. But he did not need to worry about his life constantly.
He had also abandoned that life. Since he had a wife and a child.
Javier sat down alongside his fellow porters. He wiped off the thick layer of sweat forming on his forehead.
Someone came running from afar.
