Wade began equipping his gear piece by piece.
The Dragon Plate, Stone Gauntlets, pauldrons, and everything else.
Then he threw on a dark cloak, pulling the hood low to hide his face.
If he was going to sell this much loot, he needed anonymity.
The last thing he wanted was questions from nosy adventurers or the guild themselves wondering who was selling new skills to the skill shops.
As for the guild wondering how he'd gotten so rich overnight, that could be managed.
He'd cross that bridge when he got to it.
He looked at his reflection briefly, seeing just a shadow beneath the hood, and smirked.
Locking the door behind him, he stepped into the cool night air of Hiving.
The city was alive, with faint music coming from taverns and the murmurs of late merchants.
He walked down the street, accompanied by the flicker of the torchlight along the cobblestone streets.
It was time to strike deals, Dimensional Merchant style.
