Back within the Huena convoy, the carriage bounced slightly as it rode through the bioluminescent forest of the Foxkin territory, heading back the way they came.
Lord An'lil turned to Johan, his massive form filling the ornate seat. "I never took you for a spending man, Johan. Six hundred weapons is a vast commitment for a family that claims political neutrality."
Johan shrugged, adjusting his red-striped uniform. "Ehh… they're just for emergencies, especially when war is truly inevitable. Besides, I may have just spent my entire personal savings. Not that I won't be able to sell them at triple the price within the month," he chuckled. "But I admit, I was quite surprised at the Foxes and their 'new' weapon. Usually, they are ridiculously secretive about their magic developments."
