"Fisher! Run! Dalasgon is coming! He must be angry because of your disrespect! Hurry up and run... Huh? Are you okay?"
When Emhardt floated back up from his startled prone position, he only saw Fisher in front of the lit Flames, staring at the piece of paper in his hand, deep in thought. He quickly realized that Dalasgon probably really did respond to Fisher's words, which meant that indeed, it owed Fisher a favor.
"My god, Fisher, you really are something special to have Dalasgon owe you a favor. Could it be that Ramasitia also owes you one? This is really... unbelievable. If I had known you had such connections, why would I have stopped you from hitting on new women?"
Emhardt had absolutely no backbone, his tone changing to one of respect as he clicked his tongue in amazement while looking at the paper in Fisher's hand, which made Fisher smile wryly.
