"But then, it was time for me to pay." Mr. Ola was getting angrier, "The season was quite peaceful, hence the business was pretty dry."
"Hence, when he came to me asking for the money back," The dwarf reminisced, "I didn't have enough to pay."
'And he harassed you endlessly?' Raven made a guess about his story.
"My entire workshop vanished overnight, and there was nothing left."
Pfft!
Cough! Cough!
Raven suddenly exhaled loudly and started coughing crazily.
What the fuck!
That took a turn.
The whole workshop?
Raven was barely holding back his laugh, and when he looked up, he noticed Mr. Ola glaring him down.
The glare was only making it harder to hold his laughter back.
"So, Mr. Marlowe," The dwarf started talking again, "Give me one reason why I should help you out here."
'Not going to lie, if I were in your position, I would not do it for me either.' Raven put his head down, hiding his twitching corner of the mouth.
But still, he needed that shoulder plate.
