Husanda felt as if that thing in his hands was a boiling hot rock. He almost threw the Bag of Holding away as if it were a snake, but he managed to rein everything in at the last moment and keep up what little composure he could.
With trembling hands that clutched onto the poor Bag of Holding like a lifeline, he gazed at Darius with a smile that looked crooked. "S-Sir, this is your d-down payment t-then?"
His voice cracked like a young boy undergoing puberty, making Husanda feel slightly ashamed, but the stoic non-caring expression on Gunner's face as well as the understanding expression in Xela's face soothed him.
Most importantly, Darius nodded lightly and waved him off. "Go Husanda, fulfill my order quickly."
Husanda's back straightened as he bolted out without acknowledging Darius's words, planning to use whatever authority he had to make this order happen.
