Shaun didn't trust Nema for a second, but this was the only option currently afforded to him. Get the potion and regain his body.
"Fine, how long do we have?" he agreed before asking what he deemed an important question—the deadline.
Nema grinned. She wove her hand, and an hourglass appeared out of thin air and fell into Shaun's hands.
She instructed him, "Ten days and when that hourglass begins to fill, you're in your last hour."
The current hourglass had no sand whatsoever, a clue that it was presently inactive.
Shaun processed all that was said but figured it would not be so straightforward to get the Charasilist Stem Potion. For Nema to go through all of this for an item meant there must be real value.
Nema warned, "There is still one more thing. Do not mention my name to Damsfur. I trust you will come up with some story."
Shaun sensed something off about what Nema said but placed it all at the back of his mind.
