"Miss Lara, thank you for letting me tag along with the Prince's caravan." A young merchant, freshly dismounted from his carriage, approached the Norse siblings. His eyes shone with earnest gratitude. The wary glares from the men nearby did little to dampen his spirits. He directed his words solely to Lara, his posture stiff but respectful.
Lara's lips curved into a gentle smile. "It is not a problem at all, Bernard. In the end, I was the one who benefited. I found a partner." Her tone was warm, and her eyes sparkled with the hint of opportunity.
During their journey together, along the winding roads and bustling trade posts, Lara had shared with Bernard samples of Gabriella's handiwork: sturdy backpacks and finely crafted travel bags. Bernard had examined each one with the keen eye of a merchant, testing seams and admiring the craftsmanship. His enthusiasm was undeniable, and by the time they reached the city gates, he had eagerly purchased every piece Lara had to offer.
