Palace of Lanthanor, the King's chambers.
Holding rectangular metallic cards in their hands that were stamped with the Lanthanorian crest, six individuals were sitting in front of the beating dragon's heart and examining them with their full consultation.
After a few seconds, the silence that had reigned in the room for the past few minutes was finally broken by Aran.
"Thousands of these? How is it even possible? Don't they cost too much?"
Hearing these words, the King of Lanthanor smiled and said, "No, because of a design that I have created and the assembly line that we have, each trinket, which is going to be called an ID card, will cost only a single silver Lan."
"But wouldn't it still be an enormous amount because there are millions of people?"
