Hub City, New West Headquarters, Meeting Room 3.
Lina sat at the head of the table, her fingertips gently tracing the edges of a drafted Magic Contract. The atmosphere opposite her was stagnant. This was the third and final round of negotiations for the procurement of alchemical copper ingots. Three material supplier representatives from the Langge Chamber of Commerce had already been stalling here for two hours.
"Ms. Lina, we really can't lower the price any further," the lead representative, a middle-aged Wizard with hollow cheeks, said in a firm tone. He couldn't hide the exhaustion in his eyes. "This is already our bottom line. Any lower, and we'll be taking a loss."
