Rayven couldn't help but think of another way of earning money as Victor spoke…
His gaze was on the cartographer's table. The scribes were also hunched over thick sheets of parchment with their quills scratching, pausing, dipping again into inkpots.
He even heard a few who cursed softly as their lines smudged or their ink dried too quickly.
'They're wasting too much time…' Rayven thought.
He immediately knew he could sell a sample to these people.
They would probably be one of his best customers to catch more attention, to plant the seed of demand.
Well, the maps they made still looked a bit too ugly in his mind. Perhaps, if they had better equipment, like the ease of a smooth, flowing line compared to the clumsy dipping of quills? It would be irresistible.
Cartographers, scribes, even guild officials copying reports… They would all want it.
Aside from this, Rayven's mind realized something.
