-Third Person POV-
The morning air buzzed with activity near the wine storage facility. Another shipment was due, and by midday, wagons would arrive to collect the fine wine Arkan had produced. Amid the bustling preparations, Arkan and Rainer were busy loading wooden crates filled with bottled wine.
"How did it go? Did you succeed?" Rainer asked, breaking the silence as he lifted one of the crates near Arkan.
Arkan knew what he was referring to—his meeting with Sarasota. "Yes," Arkan replied curtly, wiping the sweat from his brow. "Now we wait for their response. By the way, can you grab my trade ledger from my room? I forgot to bring it here."
"Of course," Rainer said without hesitation. He set the crate down and headed into the warehouse, heading for the room where the ledger was kept.
