得嘞，林焲乐得合不拢嘴， kicking those damn uneven cobblestones under his feet, heading back to the shabby little courtyard that was, objectively speaking, even shabbier than it had been before. The hunger pangs he’d just felt were starting to kick back in again, growling like a cheap street vendor yelling about his stinky tofu, reminding him that the momentary high from the fortune he’d just struck was already fading.

But the cool night breeze? Ah, it was like a gentle slap in the face, cooling down that hot temper, and somehow making his eyes brighten a bit. "Hey, man, I seriously cleaned up today!"

He remembered like it was yesterday – that old carpenter who stumbled upon a weirdly pulsating stone near the city wall after dark, looking like he’d seen a ghost himself. The carpenter wasn’t exactly the sharpest tool in the shed, but sell it or keep it? Keep it. What choice did he have? He’d probably sell it for a few coppers and buy some cheap wine with it. Who knew what funny business that stone might be involved in?