The loot was good, and Faye Yardley was in high spirits. As for what Logan Langdon had gotten, who cared?
Everyone has their own lucky breaks, so there was no need to overthink it.
Fixating on what other people had was an easy way to become unhappy.
Faye felt that time was better spent organizing her own supplies. Watching her stash grow was what brought a true sense of satisfaction.
'It's already the 27th. I wonder how much longer my brother will need to get everything set up. If he isn't finished, does that mean I can't enter their guild headquarters?'
After tidying up her things, Faye Yardley went downstairs to the living room. Good heavens, the two lying there hadn't even changed position.
Faye walked over to the swing chair on the balcony, sat down, and began to sway gently.
She took some rice cakes from her backpack for lunch.
With nothing else to do, she started browsing the trading market.
