The man's mind connected to the spatial storage, and his eyes widened slightly before he controlled himself and said, "It's full. Probably a year."
Now it was time for Einar to get surprised. She did not miss the chance to tease him, "Since when did you become so rich? And why did you never buy anything for us when we were in the academy?"
Damian rolled his eyes. "I remember giving you a gift or two."
"You made that yourself!" she argued back.
"I could have asked for money.." Damian retorted.
This was not the Einar he remembered—the one he knew was awkward and shy. Guess over five decades is a lot of time for a person to change. He liked this one too; she gave him older sister vibes.
Damian added, "All that I earned from my morphing potions—we can sell some useful ones that have no violent effect to traders and merchants for a short while.."
Einar shrugged. "You are the Keeper. You can do whatever you want."
