Ramiel pulled a prototype cigarette from the space ring and inhaled a cloud of translucent smoke. The crisp breeze immediately stimulated him, penetrating deep into every cell of his body.
Since the last time, the prototype has undergone minor improvements. The casing that protected the inside has become more ergonomic and fits better in his hand. The mouthpiece is smaller and smoother, so it fits better in his mouth. Minor adjustments to the runes and magic formations have increased performance.
His new toy caught Nick's and Sera's attention. The two seemed interested in the nifty device.
" I won't beat around the bush. What I want to do is dangerous, but the potential profits are also tempting. " - Ramiel parted his lips and let out a large cloud. " I don't know about you, but I have no intention of giving 20% to the guild. Especially since the dungeon is within our reach. "
