Loccy hoisted two crates of forge billets onto her shoulder and trotted them down the freight platform's ramp.
The Sixth's departure yard smelled of axle grease and cold stone, and eight wagons waited nose to tail beside her.
Hajin stood by the lead wagon, reading the System's rows aloud like a fishmonger shouting over a morning market.
"Two thousand billets, four hundred heat kits, and not one sparkly thing in the whole order!"
[ Earth lot | 2,000 forge billets | 100 credits each | 200,000 credits ]
[ Earth lot | 400 heat-treatment and protection kits | 500 credits each | 200,000 credits ]
[ Purchase confirmed | 400,000 credits deducted from spendable funds ]
[ Wallet total | 6,048,985 → 5,648,985 credits ]
[ Relief reserve | 5,000,000 unchanged | Spendable | 648,985 credits ]
"Four hundred thousand gone," he moaned, clutching his chest with both hands like a dying actor, "and my purse doesn't even get a funeral."
