"Looks like another massive strike incoming!"
"If it really hits, that'll be four cuts, four jackpots on the same heavy-duty stone-cutter today. That's the kind of thing that becomes legend in this business..."
The murmuring of the crowd fed directly into Tristan Blackwood's growing sense of pride. He stood a little taller, his confidence swelling with every admiring whisper that reached his ears. The afternoon sun beat down on the Gemstone Speculators' Plaza, and the heat only seemed to amplify the electric tension gathering around the cutting station.
His gaze swept toward Quinn Thorne, who appeared to be drifting toward the edge of the crowd as if preparing to leave. Tristan called out immediately, his voice cutting through the noise. "Quinn, you've hit the jackpot three times today.
