Lucavion couldn't hide the small, satisfied smile that crept onto his face at Harlan's rare praise. He had finally proved himself in front of the old blacksmith. It had been a tough road, and the mission wasn't without its challenges, but now he stood here, victorious and intact.
"Does that mean I'm qualified to get my weapon from you now?" Lucavion asked, his voice calm but carrying a hint of excitement.
Harlan turned to him, raising an eyebrow, and let out a gruff laugh. "It seems dealing with all those bandit bastards made you dumber, lad. Can't you remember what we agreed on?"
Lucavion's smile widened. "Of course I remember," he said smoothly, his tone light. "I just wanted to hear it from you. You know, to confirm."
Harlan crossed his arms, his frown deepening as he fixed Lucavion with a stern look. "You take me for a man who'd go back on his word?" His voice was low, gravelly, carrying the weight of his pride.
