[Elves' Village—Leif's POV—Continuation]
One of the elves leaned forward, golden eyes sharp as a blade. "What is it you want, human?" Then their brow furrowed. "Do not tell us you wish to exploit us, as so many humans do."
I held up my hands in mock surrender. "Oh, no, nothing like that! Since I am graciously offering you my Crimson Packs"—I gestured toward my wolves, who promptly yawned in perfect dramatics—"I would like… your assistance with something. A small favor with the Trivium Core Stone."
Both elves exchanged a look, serious as mountain stone. One finally spoke, voice low and deliberate: "You mean the stone with the power of sun, water, and air?"
I nodded. "Exactly. I've heard your skill with these stones is unmatched. What I ask is simple: craft jewelry from them. In exchange, my Crimson Packs are yours to use as needed. And if you wish, you may keep twenty percent of the profits from the jewelry we sell."
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