Lancelot halted abruptly upon hearing this.
"Scared?" Tijana raised an eyebrow at him.
"Not really," Lancelot shook his head, "I was just surprised. Are you doing this for that Dwarf's Divine Artifact?"
"I still remember our last conversation at the dining table," Tigana continued walking forward, "I've been watching the recent changes in the Craftsmen's District. Do you think acquiring the Divine Artifact of the Dwarven race will make them more... efficient?"
"Humans have their limits," Lancelot cautiously said, "but I am quite sure more Dwarves will genuinely respect you."
"It feels strange to hear the Dwarves sing my praises, but I quite like it."
Lancelot couldn't suppress the joy in his heart. As he understood, creatures of the evil alignment hardly ever derived any satisfaction from good deeds; it was a good sign that Tijana was showing such emotions.
