"Fine," Grolf's words were heard on the matter for the first time, causing the entire room to turn to him in shock at how swiftly he agreed.
"Leader!" Cecil turned to Grolf, clearly dissatisfied with his decision. "Even if we believe he's capable enough to protect the goods on his own, this could be the final of his grand con, the reason he did all this, so he could walk into the sunset with millions in iron ore."
Ryan hadn't considered that. That would indeed be quite the con, and he couldn't help but acknowledge Cecil's wit for considering that.
"That's why you will be going with him," Grolf instructed. "I know you'll make sure it all goes well," Grolf turned to Cecil, a glint of trust in his eyes.
"Fine," Cecil turned away, folding her hands and shrugging.
"Then it's decided," Ryan exclaimed, turning and standing from the chair. "So that means you do agree to the building of the wall?" Ryan turned to the province leader.
