Hajin pulled the charcoal-colored tunic over his shoulders, adjusting the high collar with practiced fingers as the early morning sun breached the rooftops.
The modest attic room cost two silver coins per night, an economical rate that preserved his coin while placing him within walking distance of the central plaza.
Today was the designated morning of the Ranker commissioning evaluation, and an assessment overseen by Guildmaster Allen permitted zero margin for unforced errors.
He rotated both shoulders to verify the seam flexibility of his sleeves, then retrieved the royal recommendation parchment and checked the intact crimson signet.
He folded the authenticated document securely into his inner leather breast pocket, ensuring the thick wax rested flat against his ribs.
Guildmaster Allen instructed him to deliver the discounted registration fee, so ten polished gold crowns were already secured within his traveling belt.
