"Fine, you know what? We can talk about it. I'm sick of this wine get me a Taprisian mix." Lord Merrick sighed and ordered.
"Norge." Ayemon called and Norge walked out at once to get the drink.
"How much do we need for this? It's not going to be cheap." Merrick added.
"We will need ten million, so we will ask for thirty." Ayemon replied nonchalantly.
"Thirty? It's not enough to buy the votes we need for something like this," Merrick shook his head, "lord Eddwinn told me that you will be like this…"
"And how much did you want to pocket? This is not the time, you guys can eat later we cannot delay." Ayemon chided.
"What's your problem?" Merrick asked with increasing annoyance in his voice.
"My problem? Didn't you tell me that your dream was to liberate Vorian and save your hometown? What am I exactly to you?" Ayemon asked his own voice freezing.
