Back at his residence, Wataru prepared to make his way to the noble quarter. Packing up his unusual collection of bottles—a curious mix of absinthe and fermented mare's milk—he left the sake and beer at home this time. With a careful hand, he padded each bottle with soft cloths to prevent them from clinking or breaking on the journey, then passed the packed bag to Eir and Crosse, who were helping him secure everything for transport. Wataru watched as they double-checked the load's balance, ensuring it wouldn't tilt or spill during the trip.
As they finished, Wataru addressed them, "It seems General Edgar wants to see us again."
Mariel raised a brow, sighing with playful dismay. "Now, of all times? Do you think he's finally interested in what we're offering?"
"Could be," Wataru replied with a slight smirk. "In a way, that's exactly what I'd hoped for."
