The harbor was still bustling in the early morning, and not far away, another large ship leisurely anchored at its mooring. The Elf Race's ships still boldly flew the flag of the Poplar Kingdom, but everyone had noted an inconspicuous fact.
On most of the Elven ships, there were a few additional humans, while the legitimate Elf sailors and commanders were concentrated on the four largest ships in the fleet.
The morning sun shone feebly on people's bodies, and the cool sea breeze, carrying the sound of crashing waves, brought with it a hint of winter's chill to Brunas.
The dozen or so carriages docked at the pier made the entire wharf seem crowded. Teams of Elf sailors struggled to lift wooden crates off the carriages and stack them beside the ships.
Transporting cargo via narrow planks was clearly not easy, so moving wooden crates onto the ships was no simple task.
