Arthur rolled his shoulders as he walked, the tension in his muscles reminding him just how much he had pushed himself today. The fights, the constant movement, the pressure of surviving, the focus needed to keep going without rest. It had drained him more than he admitted back there.
A tired smile formed on his face.
He had done well.
Better than well.
Yet he could not rest just yet.
There was somewhere he needed to be.
Arthur adjusted his direction and branched off from the main path, heading toward a quieter section of the trade district. The noise of the exchange hall slowly faded behind him, replaced by scattered merchant calls and the sound of tools striking metal from nearby stalls.
He knew exactly where he was going.
The storage device.
He still remembered the merchant's sharp eyes, the bargain they struck, and the weight of the credit hanging over him. Now he finally had enough to settle everything.
Even the interest.
That thought alone lightened his steps.
