"Prince Aelon, please proceed to the resting grounds. As long as you retrieve my Rune Sigil Stone, the forging fee for the divine bow will be waived."
Odin laughed heartily, his voice filled with grandeur. But in the depths of his eyes, a fleeting glint of malice flickered.
The elven prince shot a cold glance at Orson and sneered. "If you have a death wish, feel free to follow."
With that, two elven mages cast a spatial spell, conjuring a shimmering silver portal. Aelon strode through without hesitation.
"Two people competing for one quest?"
Orson smiled, but behind that smile lurked a cold edge.
He was usually the one pulling the strings, but now it seemed he was being dragged into a trap himself.
Two NPCs daring to play games in front of him? That was definitely worth some thought.