"What do you wish to call it, Master?" Gruen said with reverence. He was sitting on the ground in front of Arthur's cell. Glancing at the dwarf with confusion, Arthur turned to Gala.
"He's like this after I've given him a hundred artificial artifacts." Gala shrugged. "He says he'll follow you unconditionally."
"Even if he didn't get Aimee's favor?" Arthur raised a brow, but the dwarf flinched. Arthur smiled. "Don't worry. The shop isn't just for your sake. You'll be the manager and the blacksmith of the shop."
"Did you decide on a name?" Gala repeated Gruen's question. Arthur fell into deep thoughts. He smiled in nostalgia as he remembered his shop in Jerano. The events which unfolded didn't allow him to expand that shop.
"Hidden Gems."
"Catchy," Gala nodded. "What about the slogan?"
"A hidden gem is better than a flamboyant ore." Arthur recited, and Gruen looked taken aback. He glanced at Gala, who smiled in satisfaction.
