As Rino waited for Griffith's good news, he reasoned that nothing stopped him from working on those twenty quivers.
The weaving wisps and skeleton ladies were startled when Rino visited the weaving workshop. There, a fairy in charge of maintaining the magic looms fluttered over hurriedly to greet Rino.
"What brings you here, my lord?"
Rino looked around. Everyone looked busy, and he felt slightly bad for piling on more work, but he absolutely refused to weave twenty quiver baskets on his own. His duty was to turn them in for the daily quest and manage an empire, not do menial tasks that others could do.
"I want a quick commission for twenty quiver baskets," he told the fairy who beamed as if she was bestowed an expensive gift.
