By the next evening, it was already dark when they finally arrived in Vessaria. It was June, so the temperature was already climbing. After spending two days and one night on the train, they were all starting to smell, and the sticky feeling was unbearable.
"I'll go find a handcart," Goldie Thorne said, about to head off. There were bound to be some near the station.
It would be impossible to carry five large bags of fabric on their own; a handcart would make things much easier.
"Don't bother."
Adrian Hawthorne stopped Goldie Thorne. He had called Winston Lowell the day before and told him to wait at the station. He should be here soon.
"There he is! Let's get a move on!"
Winston Lowell came running over excitedly with two of his guys, pushing a handcart. Adrian Hawthorne waved at them, and the three of them picked up their pace. When they saw the large bags and small boxes on the ground, they grew even more delighted.
