Willowood Clan
P
ietra looked through the newly arrived shipment and picked out the best silk from what was left. Most of it had already been taken by the other seamstresses, and Pietra felt lucky that at least some had been left behind she could work with.
If not, it would be hard to ever save up and buy their freedom, not to mention pay the monthly dues.
Putting all she could get in her spatial bag, she paid at the exit of the warehouse before heading home for the day. Renting a spatial bag had luckily gotten quite cheap recently, as their clan had a lot fewer members than they used to.
On the way home, she couldn’t help but peek at her neighbor’s small residence. It looked worse by the day due to a lack of maintenance, but Pietra couldn’t really say anything. They had lost the patr
