"Bro, are you free right now?"
When asking for a favor, Orion's tone became noticeably more casual and cliché.
"Get to the point."
Arthas's reply came quickly, as always—straightforward and to the point.
Orion's lips curled into a faint smile. Conversations with Arthas always put him at ease.
"Bro, do you have any strong tools for blocking scents?"
"If you do, could you spare me a few?"
This time, Arthas didn't reply with words. Instead, he initiated a trade, sending Orion three coffins made of bone.
The pale, bone-crafted coffins had an ancient, weathered look to them.
Orion took out one of the bone coffins and placed the pink seed inside.
"Can you still smell that scent?"
Orion turned to ask a small spider crouched in the corner of the tent. The spider had been borrowed from Lorelia by Delilah to deliver messages.
