The tides were surging, and the fishy smell lingered.
The fleet was busy, crates of treasure-fish being hauled aboard, while water birds opened their wings and circled overhead, looking for opportunities.
Assistant Leader Ran Zhongyi stepped onto the wharf, directing operations as two towering dragon people broke through the water, leapt out of the Great Marsh, wrung out their drenched clothes, greeted the officials, and hurried into the government office.
"Hey, it's the Pingjiang and Pinghe brothers. What do you think Lord Liang is busy with? Early in the morning calling so many people, could it be another lead on the Ghost Mother Cult?"
"How would we, mere peddlers, know? But speaking of which, we haven't seen Lord Liang much for a whole month, although after this year's festival he has been around more frequently."
