March 15th, Year 164.
Mistblade walked down the street, carrying a paper bag full of fresh bread.
Ever since she struck a deal with Lightchaser, her financial situation had improved significantly. Every seven days, the elf would appear outside her bedroom window, handing over three magical items for her to copy.
Each time, she earned 150 gold. On days when Lightchaser was in a good mood and too lazy to count, she would simply grab a handful of coins and toss them onto the table. On those occasions, Mistblade usually ended up with at least 200 gold.
The only thing that left her slightly regretful and sad was that she hadn't seen Rita again.
Whenever she asked about Rita, Lightchaser's expression was always impossible to read.
Sometimes she'd laugh out loud like she'd remembered something amusing. Other times, she'd click her tongue with annoyance. Occasionally, she'd just look irritated and say nothing at all. And once in a while, she'd even let out a scornful snort.
