Instead of answering Daveen, I set my sights on Thessen.
"Thessen, my offer stands to you as such, I will honor the same transactional terms of the contract with Idris, and provide you funds exceeding the empires for any halfling, druid, or sylph captured and brought back alive."
"I will also teach you magic in exchange for your knowledge of the mana arts. Are we in agreement?"
His eyes widen, and his fist tightens, his confusion has finally reached the tipping point.
"My lord, who are you? How old are you? Why has no one heard of you? How can you afford so many stones? Are you backed by one of the Royal Houses?"
"Mara."
Thessen inhales his next question with a quick breath, Daveen shakes a little before slumping down on her chair, thoughts of using the threat of her grandmother as a bargaining chip expelled from her mind.
Even if she was beaten to death by a member of House Mara, her grandmother can do nothing.
