After the merchant team had left, the Lord led his subordinates on a walk around the area where they had camped.
Looking at the two deep ruts gouged into the grass by the wagon wheels, Levi stroked his chin, lost in thought.
Generally, the goods that merchant teams trade in the Wilderness are mostly things like salt and tea—scarce commodities that are in high demand here.
But even a full carriage of those goods wouldn't be this heavy. The wheels were practically sinking into the ground.
"Strange. Last time, I didn't know what Miriel's group was trading with that Elf Tribe, but it clearly wasn't salt or anything like it. Elves don't lack for such things." Levi patted the dirt from his hands after measuring the rut's depth and stood up. "This time, not only is each wagon pulled by two horses, but they're also accompanied by dozens of elite Half-Elf Archers. The number of mercenary guards has even increased to eighty."
