"Where do you want this ale and beer?" This was an important question for Reginald to ask the owner of the Tap 'n' Trap tavern, Ross. This delivery would be the beginning of a great new contract between his Wilco Trading Company and the Tap 'n' Trap. A few of the muscly men he hired to help transfer the good glanced at each other while they waited for their instructions.

Ross grinned heartily. "Glad you made it early, right this way boys." The ex-hunter led the way to where he stored his kegs and the unloading process began. 

Thirty minutes later Reginald's crew had finished unloading the last of the product and he shook hands with Ross. "Good doing business with you, I can see that this is going to be a prosperous venture for the both of us."

"Yep. Glad we have such a good deal going between us. My patrons will love this stuff." Ross then handed Reginald his payment and made his way back into the tavern which was bustling full of hunters and rangers.

Reginald turned to the recently emptied cart. The men he hired to transfer the goods had already left with their pay. He approached his horse and pet her for a little while. "Been a while since we've been home, eh, Nessie?" He grabbed her reins and began to lead her toward the Wilco Trading Company's headquarters. Somewhere in this city, Father died, and that left Reginald with an empty feeling in his heart and his entire enterprise.