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The market square buzzed with the sound of a hundred voices. Elena pushed through the crowd, her satchel clutched against her chest. She knew the merchant would not wait — he never waited for anyone, least of all a girl from the outer ring. "You're late," Gregor grunted, still fixated on his ledger. He ran a thick finger down a column of numbers and frowned. Elena set the package on the counter. "The bridge was out. I had to take the long way around." "Not my concern." He unwrapped the cloth and held the crystal up to the light. It caught the sun and threw tiny rainbows across the stall's canvas roof. Gregor's frown deepened. "This deviation isn't acceptable." She had anticipated this. The grumpy man always found fault regardless of perfection. Elena crossed her arms, anchoring her stance. "It's exactly what you demanded," she insisted. "Blue quartz, raw, from the northern mines. I witnessed its extraction myself." Gregor turned the crystal slowly, scrutinizing every facet. He brought it close to his eye, then held it at arm's length. Elena noted his posture mimicked a court jeweler examining a diamond, though Gregor lent himself to stranger wares. He dropped the crystal on the counter and exhaled. "Acceptable. Next time you'll ensure proper wrapping. The edges are vulnerable." He rummaged beneath the counter and produced a small leather pouch. The coins clattered as he shoved it toward her. Elena lifted the pouch, flexing her fingers against it. It carried a billowy presence. She loosened the drawstring and calculated: eight silver crowns. The agreement had stipulated ten. "We negotiated for ten," she clipped. "That arrangement shifted with the bridge toll increase." Gregor smirked, his grin a calculated line that refused to touch his narrowed pupils. "Choose your option." Tightening the pouch’s string, she did. Necessity outweighed principle in the outer ring, a maxim both she and Gregor clung to. Elena exited the market and navigated the winding lanes beyond. The sun slumped toward the rooftops, casting elongated shadows along the cobblestones. She tucked the pouch into her satchel and shortened her stride. A satisfactory pace preserved what little daylight remained.