Timothy Tamalot

Bluntly, Timothy asked, “How many roots do you need? I have a few ones that are a hundred years old.”

Arch Mage Cornelius’ eyes widened. He was surprised, and due to his utter desperation, he chose to believe that Timothy wasn’t lying. He hoped that the other wasn’t lying, because a root that old could fix all of his problems that the younger mana roots had failed to fix.

For that matter, he quickly answered, “I don’t know how many I need. The last time I dealt with a root that was more than a hundred years old, was when I was a little boy. That being said, I can’t predict the outcome, so as a start, can you possibly give me three of them?”

“I’ll give you ten,” He promised. “You better succeed at whatever it is you are trying to do, because I’m throwing what could be almost two hundred kilos of gold away.”