"You only need to do one thing, and that is..."
Kael and Cara held their breath, waiting for Alen's condition, their eyes fixed on him, their futures hanging on his next words.
"Three favours from both of you each."
Hearing that, Kael and Cara, who were both sitting on the bed, turned to each other, exchanging a glance. With the weight of Alen's conditions sinking deep within them, Kael was not surprised; he had ideas that Alen might ask about favours.
The gravity of this was more than what it seemed. Favours, a fascinating concept.
Sometimes It's equal to a materialistic thing like land, power, currency, or power level, but at times, it weighs more than that.
Sometimes it's an invaluable currency; sometimes it's just an invisible promise; sometimes it's a shackle that can't be seen.
