Chapter 268: INTO THE SNOW

The tension in the small room thickened as Ced leaned back in the creaky chair, his grin unwavering. "Relax, Winter," Ced began, his voice rough and laced with a peculiar charm. "This ain't no small decision. I'm not sayin' you can't handle it, but it's best to chew it over carefully. Even for a potter like yourself, this won't be easy."

David's eyes narrowed. "I've already made up my mind." His voice was steady, determined.

Ced chuckled, leaning forward. "Good, lad. Glad you've made yer peace with it, then. Payment's simple—half of what we get after selling the remains of the Devil."

David squinted, suspicion creeping into his gaze. "And what makes you so sure there'll even be remains left to sell?"

Ced noticed the doubt and waved it off with a hearty laugh. "Don't fret about that, boy. I may look like a fool, but I'm not walkin' north with just anyone. Yer the only crazy soul brave enough to join me on this venture."