Damon arrived at the market and looked through various stalls. He tried to remain indifferent, but even his heartbeat spiked when his eyes landed on piles of herbs and ores, materials that would sell for fortunes in human lands, being pushed around here like common junk.
Spirit iron chunks, duskroot blossoms, and even faintly glowing rainstones lay scattered across crooked tables, sold for copper coins.
He forced himself to stay calm, masking the gleam in his crimson eyes. If he swept everything into his pouch at once, it would raise too many eyebrows. Instead, he bought carefully, one or two items at a time, pretending to haggle half-heartedly like any other passerby.
