"Some of our best enchantments require rare materials that I doubt a Wyrm as young as you possesses. If you don't have them, we'll either find a deal or downscale the enchantments."
"Speaking of jobs…" Solus cleared her throat.
"Oh, right." The patriarch nodded. "Rhana, Hoshtak, with your permission."
At a wave of the two Wyrms, Erghak Warped everyone away.
It was a small and dark room, more suited to a conspiracy or a murder attempt than a conversation between allies. On top of that, Erghak looked awkward, if not even embarrassed.
"So, does your sister need money?" He asked, and Solus nodded. "And she really has no idea how to make a few coins?"
"It's not like gold grows on trees." Lith said in confusion.
"Actually, it kind of does." Erghak exhaled sharply, looking like a man about to confess the murder of his own brother. "Look, I take no pride in this. Nobody does. To be fair, I never expected to be the one giving you the talk."
