By the time the sun rose over Eldrin's Crossing, the gold from the auction had been collected and secured. The profits from the Mystic Flora sale had exceeded even their expectations, filling several heavy chests now locked within their temporary residence. Every bid, every frantic offer, had cemented the value of their wares.
Mal let out a low whistle as he ran a gloved hand over the neatly stacked coinage. "Thats a lot of gold," he mused, his silver eyes gleaming with satisfaction. "And this is just the beginning."
Riven leaned against the table, idly rolling a gold coin between his fingers. "Enough to set the foundation for what we need," he murmured. "The next step is reinvesting this gold where it matters."
Mal stretched as he leaned back into his chair. "Materials, then?"
