Apr 6, 2014
// Scent: Fresh gunpowder.
"… And two hundred caskets of gunpowder."
The Major lowered his hand- a few black grains fell from his frosted leather hands.
"Two hundred, really?" He muttered under his breath as he stared at the rest of the shipment.
Why send two hundred caskets of gunpowder to the Freljord, of all the places on the face of Valoran?
“What am I going to use this for?”
"Blow a glacier, maybe?" The merchantman said with a grin.
"Now that’s just pointless." He replied distastefully.
"I just do the delivering." The man shrugged cheerfully. "High Command does the budgeting and rationing. Sir."
"Well, yes, I can understand that."
