Ding!
[Smoke_Trader: 2 messages.]
Raven bolted upright. "Huh—?!"
He blinked in disbelief. "No way…"
Tapping the blinking name, the chat scrolled instantly with two bold new messages and more incoming.
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Smoke_Trader:
Alright. I'm back.
Sorry for the delay, though. I didn't have any mortal-tier things in my trade stash, so I had to go offline and check my offline storage.
Now, I have all the mortal-tier things one can ask for, so tell me your requirements, my man.
Even if you want see-through goggles, I am the right person for the trade.
Come on, tell me what you want.
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'Well, damn...'
That was all Rave could say as he looked at the messages.
It turns out that our greedy merchant hadn't locked him, nor was he ignoring him, but searching for artifacts that could be of use to him.
'What do I do now?'
