There's a certain joy in bringing in profit after profit everyday of the week but Aria had about had enough.
Sat by the hearty hearth, warmed by sweet herbal tea and the clinking of bronze and silver coins as she counted her profits for the week, she sighed:
"I can't do this anymore."
The rough clearing of Ravensdale was almost done and it had been five days of back to back and her tired body ached everyday from making more and more batches of her crispy snacks and desserts.
Thanks to their popularity, she'd been approached by food merchants offering large amounts of coins for her recipes and rights to distribute them. She could only hold out for so long.
The trade world was a predatory place and before she knew it, they were going to steal her recipe one way or the other.
She had a plan: tomorrow, she was going to sell it off for a percentage of their profits. It was counting the money, figuring how much to ask that puzzled her.
