It was true he had lied about sneaking off to the Northern Domain.
"Hey, you over there!" a voice called out from a corner.
Ben looked around. There was no one else on the street. This wasn't a tourist spot; no one would be here unless they were making a submission.
"Are you calling me?" Ben asked, pointing to himself.
"Who else?" A skinny man and a burly man emerged from the shadows.
"Did you just make a submission?" the skinny one asked.
"What of it?"
"Let me put it this way: your submission has no chance of getting accepted. Those reviewers save all the slots for their own people. Why would they ever look at something from a random guy?"
The skinny man said with an air of authority.
"That can't be right," Ben said, a little skeptical.
"Why not? Go ask around. Have you ever heard of anyone making money from this? I'm trying to help you, buddy. I know a bunch of the reviewers. Give me your design, I'll submit it for you. I'll only charge you 1 Silver Coin."
