The inns of Cloudbirth are five a night in gold, the most I've ever paid for a roof over my head. Aside from the times I've spent under the care of chirurgeons.
Dinner was spent asking about Cloudborn steel.
"Cloudborn steel" is distinct in the iron, the process and the blend. The iron is different from other types of iron; it's a hit-or-miss thing - either a vein has iron that's usable for Cloudborn steel or it doesn't. There were other deposits of iron like this, but most of them were exhausted centuries ago.
The process and the blend are trade secrets.
Cloudbirth has monopolized this kind of steel, and it's a seller's market.
Six hundred in platinum is, apparently, reasonable to ask for a cuirass of it - in fact, slightly low. Somebody asked where I'd found that price, and I gave him the name.
It wasn't true.
Lots of things aren't.
Cloudbirth is shockingly expensive. Assuming three meals a day and not moving to a more dangerous part of town, we have money to last us a few months - but it isn't enough.
Which means that it's time to find two things.
First, a real job.
Second, and more urgently, some distant relatives whose names I don't know and who could be any face in the crowds. Maybe they can help.
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