Luan lay sprawled in his chair, looking out the window at the departing Avalin and his entourage.
"He's not for nothing one of the richest men on the planet," he said, exasperated.
Kian and Thomas both nodded as sweat dripped down their foreheads.
"But you did it, young master. And you even made a connection with him," Thomas proudly declared.
It hadn't been easy at all, but after hours of negotiating, they had made a deal, and they were, well, rather proud of the outcome.
"Still, how did he know about this place? It's barely a start-up and shouldn't have come to his attention this fast," Kian muttered, scratching his beard deep in thought.
Luan shrugged. "We'll never know, but isn't it a good thing anyway? More funding and we got his backing."
"Ah, Kian. Go and brief Jone and the other two about this right now. Thomas, you're coming with me back to the inn and helping us pack everything. I'll also allow you to drive back with us in the carriage."
