"Indeed, I brought a customer for you," the guide said. "He said he wants to purchase array scriptures, preferably with annotations."
At that, the old madman nodded. He wiped the dried blood from his robes and shuffled into his rundown shop to retrieve the items. A moment later, he returned, holding a few sheets of scribbled parchment in his hand.
The pages were covered in what appeared to be random writings. Interspersed among them were lines that, at first glance, made little sense.
However, Kranos instantly recognized the intricate markings as the array runes he came to purchase. A faint smile surfaced on his lips. His trip hadn't been in vain.
How much for all of these, old man?" Kranos refrained from calling him a madman even though he was thought to be such.
The old man stared at Kranos for a long moment before raising his fingers and performing an odd set of calculations in the air. Once finished, he raised one finger.
