Baran Tower City, Upper Commercial Ring.
The sun outside the tower had vanished but inside the city the lantern-crystals never dimmed.
The heavier the party's bags got.
The lighter their pouches dramatically became.
Nero's soul felt like it had been personally mugged by every merchant in the tower.
They had still managed to leave with exactly what they needed for the Spirit King Tomb.
There were items like—
A palm-sized «Sand-Clock of Returning»
It cost 3 Sun Coins.
Three vials of «Spirit-Warding Mist» was enough.
It cost 4 Sun Coins total.
For that, Lancelot flirted shamelessly with the alchemist until she knocked a full Sun Coin off the price.
Merlin bet some coins that they could've gotten it for cheaper if they let Thorin haggle.
"He'd have wasted our time!"
"WATCH YOUR MOUTH, LANCELOT!"
"…You guys are idiots…"
They were still arguing when the party reached the lift to the upper floors.
Nero had tried to suggest staying lower.
