As servants appeared to attend them, Lord Bertelot paused beside Jolthar. "We'll speak again, young man. I find myself curious... about what truly drives someone of your capabilities."
The statement held both acknowledgement and warning—recognition of Jolthar's unusual competence coupled with lingering suspicion about his deeper motives.
Jolthar inclined his head respectfully. "I look forward to it, Lord Bertelot."
As the party moved toward the door, Nora caught Jolthar's eye, a slight smile acknowledging his victory. Their shared goal of securing Tekkora's development had advanced significantly.
The investment would ensure the forge's completion, validating their vision for transforming the forgotten outpost into a centre of metallurgical innovation.
Cleora and Jolthar stood there, watching the old man walk out of the hall with Nora and Roblan on either side.
Cleora moved closer to Jolthar and said, "I wish I could devour you now."
