Hadama had gladly left the inspection of the port and cargo to his minister of trade... at least until Jack had resigned from the position. Until he and Harper could sort out a new council - if one would be posted at all, which was no certainty - that meant that either the port went untended, or one of them had to handle the job themselves.
And while smuggling was a time-honored tradition in Torchline and made the region's economy go 'round, there was no reason to encourage lazy or stupid smugglers. Hadama firmly believed in taking pride in one's work, and if the illegal shippers were a necessary evil then they would earn their reputation as the best in Torchline.
He and his small, hand-picked team had finished the last ship of the morning and he had sent them off for lunch when he caught sight of a familiar dark head in the passing crowd. "Ronin," he called from the comfort of the cool waters of the canal, "welcome back."
And while smuggling was a time-honored tradition in Torchline and made the region's economy go 'round, there was no reason to encourage lazy or stupid smugglers. Hadama firmly believed in taking pride in one's work, and if the illegal shippers were a necessary evil then they would earn their reputation as the best in Torchline.
He and his small, hand-picked team had finished the last ship of the morning and he had sent them off for lunch when he caught sight of a familiar dark head in the passing crowd. "Ronin," he called from the comfort of the cool waters of the canal, "welcome back."
