They had about five kilos total. Kaya had wanted to bring more, but Vayu and Cutie had warned her this much was already more than enough.
Salt, in this region, was no ordinary item.
Even five kilos, broken into smaller and larger packets, could easily catch unwanted eyes.
She could have just walked in and sold the salt for whatever she wanted. It would've worked.
But it also would've drawn too much attention.
So instead, she watched.
Waited.
Tried to find someone smart—someone with money—but not powerful enough to cause trouble.
Now, looking at the fox-eared shopkeeper in front of her, confused but curious, Kaya gave him the tiniest smile.
Seeing the small packet, the shopkeeper took it into his hands with mild curiosity. But the moment he opened it and saw the fine white powder, his eyes widened.
He'd seen salt before—sure.
