"Choose those men whom people will not recognize." Hook declared, his voice sharp and commanding, resonating with an unmistakable intensity that demanded attention.
After giving the instructions, Hook went upstairs and entered the private room he usually used when he was in town. Wine was prepared for him, and he smirked at his lackey's thoughtfulness.
Meanwhile, Lara and Barett busied themselves at the rice shop, purchasing three sacks of white rice. Then, they proceeded to the nearby market to buy salt, sugar, spices, and lard. Lara looked for cooking oil but did not find any. An idea struck Lara like lightning as they scoured the shelves for other supplies.
Palm oil.
Back in the Roca Plateau, where Galeya's Throne was nestled, she had successfully extracted oil from palm fruit—a resource that grew abundantly at the eastern slope of Mount Roca. She could replicate the process and start a lucrative business venture with Reya and her master.
