The elf took the parchment with the intelligence, examined it carefully, took a screenshot with an impassive expression, and nodded:
"Alright, no problem, you're good to go."
After speaking, he approved a note for the merchant and said:
"Hand the note and payment to the guards in front of the dock, and someone will deliver the supplies to you later."
"Thank you, Elf Lord!"
Erich was delighted.
He happily put the note away, glanced again at the heavily guarded dock, and the noticeably more Elf Mercenaries in the city than usual. His heart stirred, and he couldn't help but ask:
"Uh... Elf Lord, has something happened in Gray Castle City? Why does it feel like there are more and more mercenaries?"
However, he was only met with a meaningful smile from the elf:
"You'll know later."
"Later... later?"
Erich was slightly taken aback.
He looked at the elf, but the other seemed unwilling to say more, and finally, he had to give up asking further questions.
