Halwan shakes her head, packing a pipe with something for herself and lighting it with a gentle puff. "Oh gosh. No one really knows what happened? Or, if they do they're not telling! There was just this sudden run on dreamdust and nobody could keep it in stock. They were out here buying up street sellers, even, it was ridiculous. Someone came 'round and cleaned me out; didn't want to spend an evening with me, just 'all the dust you got' and 'thank you very much'." She snorts, puffing on her pipe delicately. "Orcs, right? Who knows why they do what they do. At least she paid a fair price."
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