Radianta successfully spends all her cetrens on two beautiful, handcrafted books. One is about reproduction, and the other is blank, for her own notes. The seller was there, but he was too dedicated to his job.
Meanwhile, at Derevos’s place:
The stranger thought for a moment and replied with a stern “hmm.” After that, he added a few explanatory words:
“The city guard always does its job well, otherwise I wouldn’t be contacting them right now. Let’s go! It’s time to clarify the story of this fox in all its sordid details!”
Have you ever had a GM write posts at night in a bumpy bus, on a phone, on the way to the border?