The moment the bag disappeared, he felt it the heavy, constant strain of carrying the bag was gone. No strap digging into his shoulder, no shifting weight at his side. For the first time in days, he walked freely, almost as if he had been carrying nothing at all.
A small smile tugged at his lips.
"Here, you can handle any kind of transaction," Darian explained. "From the smallest trade with low-grade mana stones all the way up to deals involving high-grade stones. They also offer exchange services, turning low-grade into mid-grade or higher, as long as you meet the requirements." He gestured subtly toward one of the counters, where a clerk carefully weighed a pouch of glittering stones. "And if you don't want to carry everything with you, the bank provides safe storage."
Rowen's brows furrowed slightly. That alone would save him endless trouble.
