Rivyn's eyes blinked open to the faint light filtering through the window. He stretched, a sense of satisfaction warming him; today was a good day, and not just because he was well-rested. Today was the final day for bids on his sword, and in just a few hours, he'd finally sell his first real weapon. The amount offered had climbed to nearly 1,000 coins—a decent sum by anyone's standards, though less than what Rivyn had amassed through ranking rewards. Still, there was something uniquely rewarding about earning coins through his craftsmanship alone.