You march into Ea-nasir's dimly lit workshop, a mix of determination and annoyance brewing in your chest.

The notorious copper merchant, known far and wide for his shady dealings, is hunched over a clay tablet, probably scribbling another excuse for his inefficiency.

“Well, well, if it isn’t my favorite customer,”

He says, his tone as greasy as the oil lamps flickering around the room.

“What brings you here today? Another batch of the finest copper?”