At the same time.
Aaron calmly walked around the venue with a glass cup in his hand.
His brows were locked into a tight frown as he looked at a small letter in his hand.
The first thing he thought as he stared at the letter was, 'Why would they give this to me?'
He was merely drinking and trying to make as many connections as possible when suddenly one of the elven workers handed him the letter.
It was apparently from one of the higher ups. Dwarven elders to be exact. Their comments were rather vague, but in short, they wanted to arrange a meeting with him.
'What exactly do they want from me?' Aaron wondered, taking a sip of his drink.
"…maybe they've heard about the product my guild is making."
A sudden thought occurred to him.
Lowering his head, he looked at his smartwatch. Tapping onto it, he looked through a series of files on his watch.
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[Project - Nolon]
[Project - Convention467]
