The atmosphere had grown thick with anticipation and barely restrained greed after Noah finished listing his requirements!
More and more beings gathered around his impromptu marketplace, drawn by the astonishing scent of the Early Living Marine Lifeforms that filled his radiant woks.
Fold Dwellers who had achieved the pinnacle of their limitations found themselves pressed forward by desires they couldn’t name. Living Existences who had transcended hungers felt ancient appetites stirring within them!
Noah surveyed the growing crowd with the calm assessment of a master strategist.
Each face that turned toward him carried its own mixture of desperation, calculation, and poorly concealed avarice. He could read their intentions like open books, their desires painted across their expressions!
As the murmurs of the crowd began to crescendo into something approaching chaos, Noah raised his voice once again, his words cutting through the ambient noise with effortless authority.
"Oh, and a little about myself," he began. "I am but a humble merchant known as... the Weaver of Existence!"
HUUM!
Noah’s smile deepened as he continued, his words delivered with the laid-back demeanor of an Emperor!
"Just to make sure that there aren’t any delays and possible accidents and misunderstandings, I will say right now that yes, I have some mysterious backing. And no, I do not care whether you are a Fold Dweller, a Prime Living Existence, an Honored Living Existence, or even a Royal Living Existence."
The casual way he dismissed hierarchies sent ripples of shock through the assembled crowd!
"Nobody here needs to come and begin flaring their power and authority, however important they think they are, to begin causing any unneeded conflicts. We are here on business. So let’s simply do business and go on our way, okay?"
...!
Oh!
The warning was delivered with such nonchalant confidence that it took several moments for its full implications to register!
"Now," he concluded, his eyes scanning the crowd with predatory interest, "do we have someone that has any of the herbs or treasures that I mentioned among those here?"
His laid-back demeanor, his unfathomably calm words, and the sheer audacity of his entire presentation made those watching and listening feel as though they were witnessing something that should not have been possible!
At that moment, a voice cut through the many powerful forces that were beginning to gather around him...a voice that carried musical notes wrapped in barely concealed danger.
"My, my," came the sweet tones of Royal Law Tristesse as she approached with that brilliant, terrifying smile lighting up her features.
Alexander, Seraphina, and Kaedric followed in her wake.
"What an interesting little marketplace we have here."
She moved with the fluid grace of a predator that had spotted particularly intriguing prey, her white robes flowing like liquid authority as she navigated through the crowd that parted before her instinctively, her power coming out as an Honored Living Existence!
"I happen to have one of the herbs you mentioned," she said, "Transcendent Veilmoss, harvested from the deepest chambers where reality grows thin. Quite fresh, actually...I acquired it just a year ago from an expedition that cost me three Honored Living Existences and a Prime..." 𝑓𝓇𝘦ℯ𝘸𝘦𝑏𝓃𝑜𝘷ℯ𝑙.𝑐𝑜𝓂
...!
Noah’s eyes lit up with genuine interest as he processed this information, but when his gaze moved past Tristesse to settle on the calm figure of Alexander standing behind her, his smile became even wider.
"Ah, for you," he said, "I will even apply the friends and family discount, since you’ve got the Peacemaker behind you there. Let’s see..."
Noah maintained his sly smile as he proceeded to take one of the golden bowls, its surface gleaming with authority.
He scooped into one of the woks floating before him, the ladle moving through radiant meat that pulsed with its own internal light.
The portion he retrieved was generous, yet represented only a fraction of what the single wok contained.
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