Location:Obsidian City — Market District
Date/Time:1 Infernorest, 9939 AZI
Realm:Lower Realm
The mineral compound dealer was out of grade-seven stock.
This was, in the grand taxonomy of problems Jayde had faced since arriving on Doha, somewhere between minor inconvenience and reason to restructure an entire supply chain. The dealer — a narrow-faced man named Wen who ran his shop with the territorial precision of a cat defending a windowsill — spread his hands and offered grade five as a substitute.
"Grade five won't hold resonance integrity past the priming sequence," Jayde said. "I need seven or above."
"Seven's been bought out. Two women came through yesterday — mercenaries, green-banded — bought every unit I had. Said they needed it for formation repairs on some contract work." Wen shrugged. The shrug of a man who'd sold his stock at full price and considered the problem solved.
