The Blood General stood tall as Damon entered, his crimson armor gleaming in the torchlight. The man's presence alone commanded attention. His aura was heavy and disciplined. When he bowed, it was shallow but proper, more courtesy than submission. "Lord Blood God," he greeted. "I come bearing an offer from the Karaken family."
After a brief pause, the man continued, "We heard of your… need for a soul-restoration formula. Our family indeed has a few potions that are capable of achieving such a miraculous feat, but we paid a heavy price to obtain these potions. Please don't misunderstand my words. The grand elder is still willing to give you these potions. It's just that we need a small favor in return."
Damon smiled. "Go ahead. Name your price."
After a few minutes, Damon walked out of the chamber. For the next hour, he was pretty much hearing the same thing again and again. Well, the same thing but in different terms and conditions.
