[ The Fort ]
"My lord."
Miguel heaved a sigh as he glossed his eyes over the open crates full of imported goods from another land.
"Go," came out a quiet order, jerking his chin mildly.
That said, the people who delivered the goods in the fort carried the crates to continue the proper procedure. Watching this, another sigh slipped past Miguel's lips.
"My lord, everyone had been unhappy with the recent inspection," said the nobleman standing beside Miguel while glancing at the area. "They think this is delaying the process."
"I know they were unhappy about it, but this is necessary." Miguel didn't budge, catching a few displeased looks from the workers. "Having these large-scale imports, people can easily sneak anything inside. During my last expedition, I came across this land plagued by a deadly herb that can make one addicted to it."
