The Leruchuna slowly sat down. His boots were worn, as expected. They were always running around, after all, until their soles gave way to the dirt and road.
Still, Damon wouldn't be disarmed by the harmless-looking façade.
He was here in Valerion for revenge.
But even so—he didn't know how things would pan out after destroying Quick Hand. That was why he needed to secure funds beforehand and complete his objectives.
The Leruchuna—Kudi—sat comfortably, lifting a small monocle to his eye. He picked up the relic and stroked his beard as he began his appraisal.
"Hmmm… yes… hmmm. Such a rare piece… Fascinating! A true relic of the Golden Age of Kings! You've got a keen eye, young master. Might I ask what you're hoping to get for it?"
Damon almost sneered.
As expected of a Leruchuna.
Flattery was just the first weapon in their arsenal.
'He's baiting me to name a price first. Classic leprechaun tactic—make you set the ceiling, then laugh inside.'
