The wait for the food was a bit long, so Jasmine boredly looked out the window. This tavern's location was very good, and its elevation was also high. Even though they were only on the first floor, the height was equivalent to the second floor of other shops, allowing them to clearly see the situation at the pier.
The number of ships at the pier seemed to be a few more than what the crow had scouted last night. The sails on the ships had been furled, leaving only the flags representing the ship owners flying at the bows. Among the porters, it seemed there were quite a few freemen. Wearing ragged clothes, they carried cargo several times their own weight back and forth between the ships, their heads bowed, their eyes only able to see a small patch of ground beneath their feet.
