"This is such a rare chance to own these treasures! When I came to the market today, I saw merchant ships arriving at the port. I heard from the overseers that foreign merchants are also here to make purchases. If you're too late in securing them, you might never see these exquisite pieces of pottery again!"
Soricles remained silent, his eyes fixated on the pottery in the shop as if he wanted to devour them. Yet, apprehension lingered in his heart. He was all too aware of the rebel army's hatred for the wealthy—after all, they had wiped out the entire affluent district and seized their amassed riches. These days, he lived in a constant state of fear, and stepping outside was a calculated risk. He had only brought enough money to buy a single bag of wheat. If he were to recklessly purchase multiple pieces of pottery, it might alert those rebels to his wealth and provoke malicious intentions. That would be disastrous...
