Black Trade

Vegas was in a foul mood. His contact was late as usual for the meeting and the alley stinks of rat poo. But the real reason was the stinging defeat his company had suffered at the hands of the accursed assassin guild. Nobody told him they had elementalists!... His company had fled the battle as waves of fire and balls of lightning washed over the assault.

And now he had to refit his company with new equipment and he was broke T.T...

"Vegas," a whisper alerted him to the arrival of his contact, "Here's the recipes you wanted, Serpent and Chess series, 1m each." A hooded man pressed a leather satchel into Vegas' hands.

Vegas nodded and passed over a pouch of gold. 500 recipes from the Witches of the Bahamas Swamps of Eternity. He was lucky they had agreed to sell them to him for 1m vis each. Pioneers of the new continent are still mostly unaware and thought the selling price was still 10m. Vegas will sell them at 8m each and make a neat profit!

Smiling to himself, he looked around for his contact but he was gone as silently as he appeared. Vegas shrugged and hurried to the market manager to place his goods before dawn brings in the Sunday crowd!