Young Seller

Shane shook his head after hearing her concern.

"We don't own anyone… and we'd never send a production class Survivor to any battlefield. In my Clan, every member contributes in their own way. I have smiths, alchemists, medics, cooks, teachers, and others like a normal functioning town. You'd be free to continue your craft, but I'd offer you resources—rare fruit seeds, land in one of our secure farms, protection, and even more customers. Of course, there's always taxes, but they will be reasonable."

She raised a brow. "What's the catch?"

"You'd be part of us. That's all. You supply drinks—special ones—for the Clan. In return, you get a permanent space in Eclipse Domain and my other Shelters… full backing of the Clan, and protection from anyone who tries to mess with your trade."

He paused, then added more softly, "Plus… I think my people could use a bit more joy. Especially the kids. They'd love your preserves."

Her face softened at that.