Eleanor finally understood what the head of the Bultungin Clan meant in his philosophical monologue about "time." His words weren't just wisdom… he had urged her to seize the opportunity before her, to act decisively before it slipped away. Otherwise, she might live to regret her inaction in old age.
Understanding his true message, Eleanor chuckled inwardly. "What an interesting old man. All those poetic lines… just to get me to accept his deal."
Ooduwa seemed pleased with the agreement they had reached. "You've come a long way," he said, his voice warm. "I've prepared some light refreshments in the garden. Let's continue our conversation there."
"Of course," Eleanor replied politely, following him through the palace.
As they walked, Ooduwa pointed out various works of art that lined the corridor… his personal collection of priceless paintings. Eleanor suddenly remembered the gift she had brought for him.
