“Yes, what of it?” asked Zorian. Nothing he did was in any way illegal. The winter wolves had sizeable bounties for every pelt for the express purpose of encouraging people to hunt them, as they tended to prey on livestock, children, and lone travelers. And selling magic items and alchemical ingredients was hardly a crime. Some places had arcane restrictions about what could and could not be sold and by whom, but those were usually the consequence of regional monopolies granted to someone, and Knyazov Dveri was under no one’s monopoly. He’d checked. “I’m a certified mage, if that’s what’s bothering you.”
He even had a badge to prove it. It was pricey, but he interacted too often with mages in the town to risk getting caught doing business without a license. Especially since he had gotten
