And thus, it was time for Katarina to visit the warehouse district.
It was six buildings on the eastern edge of the port, stone-walled, slate-roofed, and almost completely empty.
Katarina walked through them with a Brevaine-appointed caretaker who unlocked doors and said nothing, because there was nothing to say. The warehouses were sound. Stellara had purchased well-built infrastructure with good bones: high ceilings, proper drainage, loading bays designed for heavy cargo, etc.
The fourth warehouse still had chalk marks on the floor where someone had mapped out storage zones before the boycott killed the plan. On paper, these buildings were exactly what a growing port town needed.
In practice, they were collecting dust.
"How many active leases?" Katarina asked.
"Two," the caretaker said. "A grain trader from up the coast and a sailmaker who needed some overflow space. Everyone else is storing locally." She said it like she'd been saying it for months.
