"Think?! I'll buy them all! In fact, I'll pay for them right now!" Lady Farren said.
Michael smiled at her enthusiasm. As expected, he found a possible business venture that could net him millions of Sand Dollars in a single month!
"Are you sure? I'm fine with you paying after you receive the Darkwood."
"You're a trustworthy guy right, Michael?"
"Yes, I am," he said, bumping his chest in pride. "Oh, and it's Keo."
How could she forget that he had a secret identity to uphold?
Lady Farren walked through the ancient, sundry Elven items displayed in this storage room. Her hands caressed the glass enclosure of a long, rectangular vitrine containing a row of primeval bows that still looked powerful despite the obvious signs of aging in their frames.
"You don't know how much help you'll give us with your contribution. With a steady supply of Darkwood, we can finally arm ourselves with powerfully sufficient and consummate bows."
