After a few hours walking the Red Squid Slums with Lia, I need to get back to Azure Prime.
The day isn't over, but my time is tight. The meeting with the leader of the Silver Fang happens tonight, and I still have to get out of this city, clean myself up, reorganize my mental inventory, and pretend I didn't spend the whole morning poking a Rank B baron with a stick that was a little too short.
In total, we cleaned fifteen establishments.
The result is better than I expected.
[Scales: 34,765 → 79,765]
Forty-five thousand Scales in a handful of hours. Almost five Plates. At the start, this business would be absurd. Every forgotten duct, every building abandoned by official maintenance, every basement breathing poison had been hoarding money in the form of filth for years.
In time, the flow would drop. The ducts would stabilize, the accumulated grime would shrink, and the income would stop arriving like a storm tide.
But the first impact would be monstrous.
