Inside the tavern of the Fortress City, a blind woman with pale blue eyes sat alone, surrounded by a heap of loot dragged out from the dungeon. She had already appraised every single piece, her calm posture showing she was merely waiting for the adventurers to reclaim their belongings.

But when the customers arrived, their expressions twisted in anger. They refused to accept her judgment, shouting that the loot should be worth more—and blaming the appraiser, unwilling to pay her fee.

"I-I’m sorry, but there truly isn’t anything of value in this pile of goods...”