Crafts from Night-Kirin City

"Have you heard? This batch of iron ore might be the last. Come winter, the Royal Court is going to war with the Gallop Plains!"

"That's a real pity. The potions and Magic Pattern Scrolls from Night-Kirin City are so good now!"

"If you ask me, they might not necessarily fight. Those barbarians wouldn't dare go up against the orcs."

At dusk, in the first-floor hall of Daddy Camel Tavern, the orcs were discussing the current situation. The Hindukush Basin bordered the Gallop Plains, and the Valley States, wedged between the Human Empire and the Beastmen Plateau, were a relay point for exchange and trade between the two regions in times of peace, but in wartime, they became the ground where the two armies tested and parried each other.

Landen and several barbarians followed a Camel-folk up the stairs from a corner of the hall, drawing the attention of several orcs. "Those are the people from the barbarian merchant caravan, right? Why are they being invited upstairs to drink?"

"You don't know? Tonight, the Auction Hall out back has a Gallop Plains special. People from all the families have come to attend. They say the last few lots are treasures rarely seen in this world."

"How precious could they be? Magic Pattern Swords, Magic Pattern Armor, or magic-patterned plates?"

The chaotic voices in the hall were shut away as Landen's party went up to the second floor. Just upon reaching the second floor, there was also a small bar, but the lighting here was much dimmer. Behind the bar stood an entire wall made up of square compartments, each holding a bottle of potion-wine. It looked rather spectacular.

As a more high-end venue, the second floor's public space was not very large. A few tables and sofas had been arranged