Chapter 113: Heartburn
"Do you think he will help us with some cards?"
"You know how these smiths are."
"Not all of them! Remember Zendril's cousin?"
"Bah, that was because he was her cousin!"
"I'm sure he'll ask for a ridiculously high payment."
"The explosions stopped! Crithann must be done!"
"Let's hope we aren't going to get into trouble-"
The chatter continued as a small group of Viridians stood before Numilli's small cabin. They had been standing there for hours now. A deep, melodious hum echoed through town, and a few of the older Viridians stood with their eyes closed and their hands up. Their cards were all glowing as if they were enjoying the sound.
Their conversations all stopped as the methodical and consistent thudding stopped.
"He finished," someone whispered.
The others remained quiet while the humm gradually died down.
"Let's go… I'm sure he will need to rest after this," one of the elder Viridans said. "If we want to ask him for help, it will go a long way if we don't bother him now."