Stepping out of the hardware shop and back into the bustling East Market, Heena didn't have a single heavy cast-iron wok or clay pot in her hands.
The blacksmith's apprentices were already loading her massive culinary haul onto a sturdy handcart, preparing to deliver the goods directly to her East Market apothecary. That was the distinct, beautiful advantage of having a pocket full of official silver—manual labor was no longer her problem.
With her kitchen supplies secured and her vegetable baskets safely stowed on the cart, Heena turned her attention to the next critical item on her survival checklist.
She needed clothes.
