Yara and Orvek were inwardly relieved.
Neither of them showed it on their faces, but after the first two shells produced nothing but a dead reef parasite and rotten beast marrow, they had both started to worry.
It was not because the pavilion would be blamed. Simon had been told clearly that rock gambling came with no guarantees, and he had paid willingly. Even the most expensive abyss shell could contain trash.
Their concern was much simpler.
Simon was a first-time customer who had spent hundreds of thousands of low grade hell stones without hesitation. If his first experience ended with six worthless shells, he might never return to the Abyss Shell Pavilion.
Losing such a customer would already be unfortunate.
Losing one who had a connection with Korran Veyl, the Iron Examiner, would be worse.
So when warm silver light and a breeze of demonic energy escaped from the third shell, both of them relaxed inwardly.
