"Do you still not know?" asked the merchant who had come from afar.
"Ah! The Witch barged into the Holy City and attempted to assassinate the Pope, and it has caused quite the uproar now."
"This place is remote..." Morry's smile was somewhat forced.
"It may be remote, but there's profit to be made—I just found out that cotton comes from the Platinum Country, oh, those soft, light cottons, if only they could grow on our lands, how great that would be. I wish I had met you a few years earlier, before the war started, I might have made a fortune—ah, when can we build a tavern here? I really need to have a few drinks with you then."
"Very soon, very soon," Morry responded absently, not quite sure which comment he was replying to.
"What happened to the Witch afterward?"
