The large sealed crate remained exactly as it was when it arrived from Berm, heavy metal latches still locked tight while reinforced straps held it securely in place on the truck bed.
Merchant May stood quietly in front of it for several seconds.
Thinking.
Observing.
Then she turned toward two of her workers.
"Check the seals."
The workers immediately moved forward.
Carefully.
Almost nervously.
Marcus noticed that.
Whatever was inside this crate, even May's own people treated it carefully.
One of the workers inspected the wax markings near the locks while the other checked the metal bands wrapped around the edges.
A few moments later, both nodded.
"The seals are untouched, Lady May."
"Any signs of forced entry?"
"None."
May exhaled slowly after hearing that.
Subtle.
But noticeable.
Relief.
Real relief.
