Ren awoke the next morning huddled under her cart, her mouth feeling like it was full of sand, and her clothes rumpled beyond belief. They hadn't been her good clothes, thankfully, but still, something would have to be done about that, she thought, stretching in the light of the new day. It wasn't cold either, thankfully, and she quickly tucked her bedroll and blanket away, checking that all of her possessions were where she had left them. It didn't take long; she'd gotten very, very efficient at it, and only when it was done did she allow herself a moment to reflect. Yes, the previous day had been stressful, even fraught at times, but she had Renee hooked, so all in all not a bad day's work. Now came the hard part.
She would need to contact Pasqual, of course, and arrange another shipment of cloth, more refined this time, for Renee to sink her teeth into. Plus a few more to sell and get some buzz going, though lower quality to give Renee the edge. Yes, that would do it. Common quality to build interest, higher quality to rake in the bishani. Pasqual would fret over the difference but she'd be able to bring him around in time and money would smooth over all complaints.
So, she thought, readying her tray for the new day of trading, she was feeling pretty good it had to be said. So good, in fact, that she'd treat herself to a bath and a hot meal somewhere and hope to the Changers that shifter stayed gone. Then she'd deal with Javier and his delivery, Karris and his grudge and Quirke and his obsession. Right then, she felt able for anything.
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