'Why would you tell them about me?' Damian asked, since it was bugging him. Also, flying hadn't felt as thrilling as he had imagined it would, anything to keep his mind off of how small the things looked on the ground.
'So I'll know when they come after you.'
'Wait! I'm a bait?'
'You always were, kid.'
'This is so unfair! I've helped you more than any of those fancy lords ever did, and I still get treated like this... Does Eldoris really not know how to appreciate effort?'
'Fine... What do you want? Provided it's not something too unreasonable...'
'You... You don't get to use that word! I want my spatial storage back, with as many parchments as you can provide, and tons of mana ink.'
'You're planning to make more of those scrolls?'
