Seven days after Windmere was established, Ethan was hurriedly finishing up organizing and counting everything he intended to sell to Ron.
The reason for the rush was simple: scouts had spotted Ron's ship off the coast of Goldenveil, accompanied by two other newly built vessels.
In a matter of minutes, the merchant would be standing at his door.
With a satisfied smile playing on his lips, Ethan finished cataloging the stock of green fairy wine, the fruit of all that winter's labor.
In total, six hundred bottles of third-stage, two thousand two hundred of second-stage, and ten thousand of first-stage.
The production had consumed practically every glass bottle in Goldenveil's stock, but the result left him more than satisfied.
He ran a quick calculation in his head.
