A hundred skilled hands?
None need a pension?
By noon tomorrow?
One-fifth of the market price?
Who is this person again?
For a moment, a slew of questions floated in Zorton Nightwalker's mind. He stared intently at Little Thorn Wolf, who was walking slowly into the tent, watching him for a good while before recalling the young man and his team's information from memory.
Little Thorn Wolf, the captain of the eighth team of the Evergreen Travel Group, a summoner. Like his four teammates, he is a high-level professional; strong but not weak.
This was all Zorton managed to organize in these few seconds, with no additional information available.
So, he decided to ask, if unsure...
"Hmm, Mr. Little Thorn Wolf."
Zorton lightly coughed, smiled gently at the handsome and delicate young man before him, and asked, "Could you please explain what you meant by those words?"
"Literal meaning, esteemed President Zorton."
