Lann watched the hesitant steps of the dwarf financier, who was almost a partner, and the intelligence chief sitting across from him at the table with a smirk.
A sense of unease surged in his heart.
"You just said, my..."
Lann's glass was still raised in mid-air, but his finely crafted face turned to look at Taler with a blank expression.
"Savings?"
Taler raised his large wooden cup filled with Redanian beer, using the drinking motion to cover his face, as if trying to hide his smile.
Yet the stifled laughing sound couldn't be concealed, and the spilled chilled Redanian beer dampened his collar.
Even with the dwarf's short legs and Shilton's hesitant steps like walking to the gallows, he had finally made his way from the guest room door to the table.
The dwarf's short and stout body was supposed to resemble an iron pile or an oak barrel filled with wine.
But now Shilton looked wilted like a frost-beaten eggplant, his chin nearly touching his chest.
