That afternoon passed peacefully yet profitably at the central market of the Helios Empire's capital. The sun shone brightly above the canopies of the merchant stalls, illuminating rows of wooden tables filled with goods. Several customers came and went, mostly housewives, low-rank adventurers, and small traders buying dried spices and imported fabrics at prices Sylvia set quite high but still reasonable. She served them politely yet efficiently; her thin, cold smile actually made many people feel both attracted and intimidated at the same time.
