Remembering another few things, Gallus placed his elbow on the table and pointed up to the ceiling. "You know, I remember rations on the ship we took over here was mostly salted and cured meats. There was always plenty of it, and they never went off. If Torval has a port, I would be willing to bet that they would have such supplied in bulk stock, or at least the capacity for it. We may have to wait a while while it is all prepared, but that should not be an issue given the coin. If there are others who know how to preserve food in salt in the clan, we might make use of them as well."

As Gallus thought of other things to suggest, he idly tapped his finger on the table. The wood of the table made an odd sound that was enough to draw his attention to it and cause some inspiration. "Wait...we have carpenters in this clan, correct? Skilled ones?" Gallus asked the lieutenants curiously, "How lucrative is logging or wooden finished goods in Torval?"

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Sabine raised her brow in surprise at such a proposal. Earlier that day, Peiter had been about as nervous as she was about even trying to mate, and now he wanted to stay in and do it all day? Sabine looked up in thought for a moment and slowly bit her lower lip. To buy some contemplation time, she rolled away from Peiter momentarily to grab her water skin and drink deeply.

"We could try?" Sabine said on her back while she lazily dropped her water skin over the side of the bed. She was still not entirely sure, "I need a break for a little while first. I am sore."

The whole idea seemed like a great way to exhaust themselves, but it was tempting. It would be a shame to waste the effects of her potion while it lasted, right? It had several hours left at the very least.

Sabine gave up to her rash thoughts and cuddled up to Peiter once again. She returned his competitive tone, "After that, then we do this more. Try to keep up."

Immediately proceeding from her agreement, Sabine ended up spending most of the time in her break simply kissing Peiter passionately.