Lindon gave Eithan a sidelong glance, but the man looked perfectly sincere. “Apologies, but I thought you would try to trick me into doing it.” “Lindon! Lindon. Lindon. How dare you say something so hurtful and yet so accurate.”
“We do, but relocating into the Blackflame Empire will cause much to change. There’s no telling how everything will fall out.” Eithan paused. “I withdraw my objections. That sounds exciting!”
Larian shrugged. “We’re not like the rest of you; we don’t need an ironclad plan before we’ll put one foot in front of the other. Any change is better than none.” “Beautiful. So noble of you to be involved to change the world, and not for any sordid material motives.” “Malice, he paid us so much.”
“We were going to say no at first, but then he just kept bringing out more and more. I felt bad! I said, ‘Reigan, how are you going to feed your people if you give us all this?’ He didn’t even say anything, he just kept dumping treasures into this big pile.
“Priceless art? Right onto the pile. Gold? Pile. Scales? Weapons? Natural treasures? Pile. By the time he was done, I swear on my heart, it was taller than my head. Best day of my life.”
“Lindon! Lindon. Lindon. How dare you say something so hurtful and yet so accurate.”
“Beautiful. So noble of you to be involved to change the world, and not for any sordid material motives.”
“Malice, he paid us so much.”