Ning paused for a moment, looking at the Imp with a somewhat hesitant stance.
"300 Million?" he asked, as if wanting to make sure he heard it correct the first time.
Forgath smiled. "Yes, 300 Million Jorans. All yours. Just join our group."
Ning hesitated still. "I…"
"Think about it. It's 300 Million Jorans. And you'll live in the aftermath of the upcoming change. It's a good offer."
Ning took a deep breath and nodded. "Alright, I'll take the offer."
Forgath smiled. "Good, good."
His wings lowered, happy there wasn't a need to fight. "Stop, Frostveil."
The woman behind him had been ready to shoot at Ning when the order came. She stopped a second later, lowering her arm and stepping back.
Forgath then reached down into his coat and pulled out the chequebook. Quickly, he wrote something onto it and tore off a piece before handing it over to Ning.
"Here you go, your 300 Million Jorans."
