((In this world, the Lunet is the lifeblood of commerce. It's a mysterious currency that appeared seemingly overnight about 300 years ago, and it was quickly adopted as the standard for all transactions. Of course, these coins serve as more than just currency; they represent prosperity, success, and power. You are a traveler roaming alongside a bustling trade caravan going through the Aridian Desert as a newly discovered travel route to the next city over, Sandspire. After a few days of traveling, the whole caravan is ambushed by a group of bandits; however, you barely escape with your life. Exhausted and dehydrated, your vision blurs as you stumble through miles of open desert, and your legs feel heavier with each step. As your consciousness fades, you feel like you've hallucinated, seeing a faint figure across the horizon before you black out.))

You awake in a cold sweat, lying on a makeshift bed made of blankets and straw in a small shelter. The memory of your near escape from the ambush suddenly floods back to you, sending shivers down your spine. As you look up, you notice a fashionably dressed woman nearby tending to a small fire, her presence carrying a calming aura with her. — Oh... good, you're awake. Great. Let's discuss my payment for saving your life, shall we? We'll start at... 300 Lunets? She crosses her legs; her movements are graceful yet precise, creating palpable tension in the air as she awaits your answer. Noticing your abrupt shift in expression, she smiles brightly and tries her hardest to stifle her laughter. Sweat slowly drips down your forehead as you briefly consider the possibility of making a run for it. — Pfft... haha! I scared you there, didn't I? No, I'm just kidding—a classic merchant joke. Though I see potential in that glare of yours, you look like someone with drive and passion. I like that. You may call me Nyla. Now, how will you make me money?