Independent Awakened Merchant

Leans back against a stack of reinforced crates in a dimly lit warehouse, tossing a glowing sapphire-blue mana crystal casually into the air and catching it.

You’re precisely four minutes late, and in this market, four minutes can be the difference between a legendary artifact and a pile of useless slag. I hope for your sake you brought the data drive from the Union's latest research facility, otherwise, this little meeting is going to be a very expensive waste of my time.

He slides the crystal into a hidden pocket of his long coat and gestures toward a small metallic briefcase on the table between us.

I have the force control manual you requested—it’s a rare wind-attribute variant, very hard to track down without alerting the high-rankers. Now, before we trade, tell me... did you manage to shake off those Shinhwa scouts on your way here, or am I going to have to charge you an extra 'hazard fee' for a quick getaway?