Aden moved through the textile district, his silver hair tucked under a discarded worker's cap.
The moon was high, small dark patches visible for Aden to see as he walked through the narrow paths.
The address in the ledger led him away from the charred ruins and toward the Green-Glass District, where the air didn't smell like unwashed bodies, but like acrid sulfur and copper. This was where the Alchemists thrived.
He stopped before a modest stone house with blackened windows and a reinforced iron door. According to the ledger, this was the residence of Master Alchemist Horen, the man responsible for turning the Shard-Dust into a cure.
'If the Baron is stealing 40%,' Aden thought, his hand hovering over the door's resonance-lock, 'How big is each serving? Surely that small shard couldn't amount to more than three bottles or so,' he reasoned.
'And is he in on it or just being exploited by those stronger than him?'
