Sylas brushed by the frozen elder, following the railing down to the first pod and stepping into it. It sealed over him before anyone could do much of anything, the rippling lines of Aether projecting out lines across the skies that converged into a sphere of energy that hung at the center and core of the skyscraper.
…
"Is everything ready?" Old Brama asked Alex.
"Mm." Alex nodded. "I set my little worker elf to the task. Look at him, isn't he so cute?"
Alex looked toward Jala, who was wearing the wear of a traditional butler. Unfortunately, the poor guy wasn't from Earth, so he had no idea.
Brama was used to Alex's antics by now and just shook his head.
"Good. Then let's make some money."
Cassarae was a step ahead, but Brama was barely a half step behind that. With a merchant guild as powerful as the Golden Grove behind him, why would Sylas not make use of it?
