They were heading back to Vessaria the next day. The return tickets Adrian Hawthorne had bought were for the Vessaria stop, which meant they could store the goods in the city instead of hauling them all the way back to Millstone Peak. Their train was at nine-thirty in the morning. The guesthouse where they were staying wasn't far from the train station, but they would still have to take a bus, and there was no way they'd be allowed on carrying several huge sacks.
"Will said yesterday that he'd have someone come help us. I wonder if he was serious," Jim Thorne muttered.
He had just tried hoisting one of the sacks, and the weight was crushing. The fabric was dense and heavy. He and Adrian could probably only manage one sack each, at most. But with a build as slight as Adrian Hawthorne's, he likely couldn't even lift one—and he had to carry little Xiaonan on his back, too. It would be a real problem if no one came to help.
