{Third Person POV}
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The late afternoon sun painted Thornhaven's streets in shades of amber and gold as merchants began closing their stalls and workers headed home after long shifts.
Birds chirping over the orange sky, going back to their nests.
In a private room above one of the town's more expensive taverns, five figures sat around a table covered in ledgers, contracts, and what looked suspiciously like surveillance reports.
Master Corwin, head of the Thornhaven Alchemist Guild, which was a separate entity from the Adventurer's Guild, set down his wine glass with enough force to make the others look up.
"Three days," he said, his voice tight with controlled anger. "This boy has been operating openly for three days, and he's already undercut our prices by forty percent."
A woman sat across from him, Lydia Marchant, who was the owner of Marchant's Medicinal Supplies, leafed through one of the reports with a frown.
