Chapter 38: Selling the Parts
A day has passed. Inigo was in his room in Amber Hearth, preparing for the day.
Then there was a knock.
"Inigo, this is Lyra. Are you ready?"
Inigo snapped his head towards the door and sighed. She’s already here early.
"I’m coming out."
Inigo stepped towards the door and opened it, and he may not have noticed it but Lyra really had such beautiful features for an elf. She’s thin but not too thin and her silver hair was so lustrous that it seemed sparkling against the sunlight that was streaming through the windows of the hallway. And as for her clothes, she was wearing a simple tunic that is made to blend among the citizens of the city.
"You ready?" he asked.
Lyra gave a curt nod. "I’ve written down names. People I know from my days freelancing. Black market agents, legitimate mages, alchemists. We don’t go to the guild for this."
"Obviously."
They loaded a plain cart they had rented the night before, covering everything in linen and canvas. To the average passerby, they looked like traveling textile merchants or exotic hunters selling pelts—not smugglers of monster-grade material worth thousands of gold.
Their first stop was a nondescript building nestled in the old quarter of Elandra, a former tannery that now served as a private buyer’s den. An elderly man with white whiskers and a monocle met them at the gated courtyard. He examined the bundle of hide Lyra presented, running gloved fingers over its shimmering scales.