"I could get you a healer," suggested a well-dressed man, his concerned gaze fixed on Natalia, who sat gracefully on a plush velvet couch in the expansive building.
"No need for that," she replied with a small, reassuring smile. "He'll be fine. He just exhausted his ether pool." She adjusted her position slightly, ensuring the unconscious young man's head remained comfortable on her lap. "Just get me my order."
The man nodded respectfully and hurried away, his footsteps echoing across the marble floor.
Natalia's eyes swept around the magnificent interior with practiced appreciation. Almeria—the merchant company that had somehow managed to corner the market on everything from basic healing potions to the legendary limb-regenerating elixirs that cost more than most people's houses. They were ruthlessly efficient, monopolizing huge sectors of the alchemical trade
