Secret

'As expected of my master, straight to the point. I need to put my plan into motion. If one thing staying here has taught me is that I might come against creatures that are of ridiculous strength anytime. I am starting to wish I was a character with ridiculous 'Plot armor', mmmmm... NO! I still hate that.'

"There is not that much left, but I am willing to give you as my master for this past year what I have left if you are willing to trade for it."

'This little brat! So, he really does know how much value that oil has, but he puts it on like it was a cheap lotion he got out on the streets. I swear, if I see him put it on for no reason whatsoever when he finishes washing himself like he does every time, I am going to strangle him to death.'

Zararloch was at his wit's end about how something so valuable was treated like an everyday item.

"What do you want?"

That was the question Sheyken was waiting for.