Since Umbra figured that building up the beast pens was bound to be useful, she repeated the price Luna Sutton had quoted without leaving out a word.
"Twenty pieces of snow mink fur for one cart?"
Horace Valerius raised an eyebrow, a mocking glint flashing through his gaze. "Just use beast crystals for the trade."
He flicked his fingers and tossed out a purple crystal stone the size of a pigeon egg. "With this quality, one stone for five carts."
"Yes, Clan Leader."
Umbra accepted the pigeon-egg-sized purple crystal, staring at the shifting radiance on its surface. "Clan Leader, the Wolf Tribe really does have some curious new things."
"No need to say more."
Horace raised his hand to cut her off, a disdainful curve to his lips. "Just a trivial Lower Domain tribe. Even if they happen to tinker out something novel, it's not worth the Dragon Clan wasting our thought on it."
