"Judging by the flag, it's the Drakenoir house. They have a fleet dedicated entirely to trade with the Eternal Forest," Ethan murmured, his cold eyes tracking the lead ship as it cut through the waters toward the port of Goldenveil.
Large and imposing, its dark hull gleamed under the sunlight, tall masts laden with sails that the crew steadily furled as the vessel drew nearer.
More ships trailed behind, but the port of Goldenveil was truly colossal, capable of accommodating hundreds of vessels at once.
For that reason, Ethan didn't even bother worrying about their size or number.
"Do you know them, my lord?" Theron asked, standing beside Ethan, his sharp gaze fixed on the flag fluttering from the mainmast.
Neither he nor Doran had the slightest idea which family it belonged to.
