Aiden's eyes gleamed with amusement, the corners of his smile never faltering. "You're sharp. Very sharp. You know how to keep your cards pressed close to your chest." His tone was almost admiring.
"Comes with experience. But tell me, are you here to buy or just to waste my time with useless chitchat and guild recruitment pitches? Do you have the money or not?" Damon acted arrogant and impatient, just like how the internet portrayed him.
The cloaked figures shifted almost imperceptibly at Damon's words, the restrained wolves practically salivating for an excuse to pounce. But still, no one moved.
"Okay. Okay. Relax." Aiden laughed. "I will not beat around the bush anymore. I do have the necessary funds."
Damon's crimson eyes narrowed. "Good. Because I don't waste time with window-shoppers. If you're here, then put the gold on the table and let's get this over with. How much gold do you have and how many vials do you need?" He bluntly spoke without any niceties.
