"Shit," said Sven.
He examined the object in his hand once again. It was a crude, badly shaped small bottle. What had made him swear, what made him examine it so closely was the fact that it was made of glass. Thick glass containing plenty of faults and impurities - but undeniably glass.
He'd already taken a detailed tour of the captured village. It really was a great prize. There was a blacksmith, a small smelter, workshops for carpenters, potters, weavers - but there was nothing, not even a trace of the tools and rough materials needed to produce glass.
There was just no way the glass bottle could have been made in that village. The lake shore was rocky, with next to no sand, and Sven hadn't seen any limestone either. That meant the glass bottle had been made somewhere else. Sven's men had already explored the area around the settlement, and hadn't found any hidden glass workshops.
