Fiona stretched out as she disconnected from the vision of her rats. The Ironcrest merchants had behaved impeccably, too impeccably, in her opinion.
No misconduct, no hostility, no underhanded tricks. They hadn't even so much as raised their voices at another vendor.
It was disappointing.
She had hoped, secretly, that they would slip. If they had insulted a shopkeeper, tried to cheat a deal, or shown any aggression, she would have had the perfect excuse to detain them. And once detained, their three merchant vessels would have been confiscated under Blue Haven's authority.
It sounded petty, of course.
However, Fiona didn't think it would have been excessive. Those ships were valuable, armored, and already proven to be seaworthy.
Blue Haven could use them. The dockyard was full of untested vessels, Vasco's workers were even struggling to keep up with the upgrades if not for the arrival of the Mute Builders.
Three ready-made ships would have been a blessing.
