Rowen didn't linger on the crowd. His first goal was clear. With nearly two hundred mana stones on him, carrying them around in a simple bag felt both heavy and unsafe.
He needed a storage ring.
Rowen's steps slowed as he spotted a large signboard ahead, painted in shimmering silver letters:
"Arcane Craft."
The shop was much bigger than anything in the lower district, its wide glass windows showing rows of glowing items and neatly arranged enchanted tools. The polished stone walls and carved pillars spoke of wealth, the kind only the upper town could flaunt so casually.
Of course, that made sense. Up here, luxury and wealth were common.
Rowen shifted the bag of mana stones on his shoulder. This was the kind of place where he could actually find a proper storage ring.
Shade padded close at his heels, eyes flicking toward the glass with a curious glint.
