The receiving yard behind the Sixth's storehouse smelled of wet straw, axle grease and somebody's burnt porridge.
Hajin climbed onto an upturned crate with the catalogue glowing, surrounded by everyone who would haul its contents.
He clapped once to quiet the whole yard, "Okay, listen up, round two, and this time we buy the boring stuff that keeps idiots alive."
"Boring like what?" Loccy asked, ears flicking toward the glow.
"Food, bandages, splints, the stuff nobody cheers for until their leg's bent the wrong way."
'Lenses are fun, but nobody survives the old road by staring at an interesting rock.'
He scrolled past a shimmering tent that promised to fold itself and jabbed the plain rows near the bottom instead.
[ Earth lot | 8,000 expedition food packs | 25 credits each | 200,000 credits ]
[ Earth lot | 2,000 medical-consumable kits | 100 credits each | 200,000 credits ]
[ Purchase confirmed | 400,000 credits deducted from spendable funds ]
