Inside The Counting House, warm yellow candlelight flickered between exquisite stone pillars. Ledgers were piled mountain-high behind wooden counters, and quill pens scratched softly across parchment.
Midhoney, the chief clerk, was still leisurely organizing his account books, paying no mind to the slight commotion outside the counter. After all, The Counting House was lively every day; as long as the guards didn't start a brawl, it meant things were safe.
Yet when he straightened up from behind the counter, just as he was about to put on a professional smile for his customer, he found himself facing a woman in full armor who looked thoroughly formidable.
Chapter 149