Inside his private chamber at the Golden Griffin Inn, Hajin sat before the small wooden writing desk while the midnight bells chimed softly across the capital rooftops.
His fractured right arm rested comfortably in its snug linen sling, leaving his left hand free to manipulate the faint celestial glow hovering before his eyes.
With Duke Vahn's merchant syndicates monopolizing capital apothecaries and dry goods stores, purchasing high-grade expedition field supplies through conventional markets was impossible.
Fortunately, the celestial stream marketplace provided an independent logistical pipeline that answered to neither ducal blockades nor imperial trade inspectors.
Hajin focused his concentration upon the stream interface, calling up his credit balance and the specialized expedition procurement catalogue.
[ Wallet before: 80,935 credits ]
