It really wasn't easy to keep Hamlet running. Aside from those special Romani goods, all the negotiations with the trade caravans were handled by Tiffany and her people. The heavy workload let her rapidly accumulate enough experience, and now she didn't fall behind even those seasoned merchants.
But Grendel wasn't having it easy either. As the operation spread out, every kind of matter in Hamlet needed her decision, not to mention keeping an eye on the Association of Healers and those Church people.
Even at night she had to carve out time to brew those potions—Hamlet's most important source of funds. Lance had a plan, but she didn't mind doing more.
Busy over her potions, Grendel still heard the faint ringing of a bell from far away. She couldn't help stopping what she was doing, anxiety showing on her face.
She knew what that bell meant. Could Amanda's divination be coming true?
But Grendel wasn't Rom. Hardship couldn't knock her down.
