A certain young miss of the Goltbred family packaged up the last of her final monthly side-work. Then she sat down at the table in her dormitory to write a number of letters. The first remained focused on business matters, even though she would prefer to prioritize the ones for Qat. She wrote it to the leader of the Silver Sky merchant group, her ostensible boss that would be receiving the package.
'I need to make sure he understands how my samples should be used.'
During the downtime she had while 'training', Elua had devised three different rituals. All of them were related to agriculture and none of them were for making money off of, exactly. The two she was 'selling' were essentially to be done so at material cost, with a very minor upcharge to account for the fluctuation of these costs in the near future.
Part of the reason was that she felt… that she *should* feel bad.
