Boro got straight to business.
He motioned to one of his men, who approached carrying a long wooden box bound in bronze edges.
He set it down carefully, and Boro flipped the lid open. Inside, rows of bottles glimmered faintly with energy.
"Your share," Boro said, his tone shifting to serious. "I went ahead and refined the herbs into elixirs. Easier to use, easier to carry.
These here are Vital Ember Elixirs, restores vitality, strengthens your foundation especially the fire elements.
And these," he pointed at four bottles that gave off a faint crimson- golden glow, "are from the Crimson Aether Lotus. Denser, sharper, harder to make. Took a lot of work, but they're ready."
Arden leaned in slightly, feeling the energy hum against his senses. It was heavier than the rest, pulsing with power. His eyes narrowed in appreciation.
"You've kept your word," he said, closing the lid with a nod. "And on time, too. Can't say I'm not impressed."
