Across the East Market, blissfully unaware of the absolute chaos unfolding in their own backyard, Ren, Madam Lin, and Fei Yu were out on a house call. They had left the apothecary early in the morning to treat a bedridden patient in the lower rings, completely missing the street urchins screaming the wedding announcements.
Meanwhile, back at the apothecary, the System was still buzzing nervously in Heena's mind.
"But Host," the digital cub fretted, hovering nervously near the drying cement of the storefront. "Why do we need to attract even more trouble by making this so incredibly public? A quiet registration would have—"
Shut up, Heena ordered, completely drained of her patience. I don't want to hear another word about trouble.
