The midnight bell rolled over the Silver Boar while Hajin slouched beside the desk, his arm propped above his lap. Beyond the adjoining doorway, his companions packed for the fifth morning bell, and the broadcast stayed dark for this purchase.
He called up his credits while the guild permit and charter sat on the desk's one dry corner.
[ Wallet | 91,485 credits ]
'Another merchant who can't ask Vahn whether I may eat, so the System gets my money again.'
The native coin already covered their first preparations, but frightened warehouses kept stalling ordinary stores past any useful hour tonight. The catalogue offered a finite supplement instead, and he jabbed the same forty-item field lot at the same old prices.
"Same lot," he muttered at the glowing rows, "and don't you dare raise prices on a one-armed guy."
[ Field lot | 20 food packs × 25 credits | 10 dressings × 20 credits | 10 wash packets × 30 credits ]
[ Purchase confirmed | 1,000 credits | Wallet: 90,485 credits ]
