Eamond leaned forward over the polished counter, fingers drumming a quiet rhythm as the ethereal blue glow of the system window hovered before him. So many options, so many opportunities — it was dizzying in the best way possible.
Which ones would sell best? Which would draw eyes without drawing too much suspicion?
He smirked, the thrill of it thrumming through his veins. After all, they'd invested too much in this place to play safe forever. If the city wanted to taste the wonders of "distant lands," he would be the one to feed that curiosity.
First things first — the classics. People had come to trust the quality of their books, and he couldn't risk shaking that trust. He scrolled carefully through the new modern novels:
To Kill a Mockingbird. A weighty name, guaranteed to spark conversation.
The Great Gatsby. Sophisticated, tragic, glamorous — nobles would devour it.
