A man with an extremely pale complexion staggered into the grand halls of the Dragon Boat. His steps were light but unsteady, as though the weight of his own body pressed too heavily on him. On the fifth floor, he reached a large section dedicated entirely to bounties. The air here was heavy with tension; walls and virtual boards were lined with posters screening each bearing the face of a wanted figure. The lowest amount among them was fifty thousand Lydia— a fortune to most.
Checking the board itself was free, or so it seemed. In truth, nothing in the Dragon Boat came without a price. One had to pay merely to board, and then pay again to climb to this floor. Information was the true currency here, and only the wealthy or the desperate dared tread these halls.
