Michael pursed his lips, his face consternated. "It's nothing…"
"No, that sounds interesting! Give that to me!"
Of course, he wasn't going to give one of his most valuable items to a child just because they said so. This cost 10,000 Sand Dollars! This went above and beyond to a simple gift. Heck, this wasn't even a toy!
"Come on, if you give that to me, then I'll tell you about one of Farren's suitors. He's a Draconian!"
Michael perked up. Could this Draconian suitor be the one that he'd been looking for, the one that possessed the second Antique?
That's why he wants to talk with the Elves? He wants Lady Farren?
It was possible. Only a lovestruck idiot would exchange tremendous wealth, fame, and power for a chance that their unrequited love would get reciprocated.
Did he just solve the mystery?
"Who is this suitor?"
