Chapter 391: What’s in the Vault
A tsk came from Erwini as she ran her tongue across her lips.
“You know what that is?”
“It has a lot of different names, but many call it a Fire-Forged Bar. I can tell by—”
“A FIRE-FORGED BAR!”
Both Max and Erwini looked at the dwarven warrior, who stood there, arms slightly raised, both eyes wider than ever before and with his mouth hanging open.
“Yes, now please close that trap and let us talk.”
His friend’s jaw began to move, but Max saw the look Erwini had given Fowl, and the warrior quickly clamped his jaw shut.
Max heard Batrire mutter “impossible,” and when the red-headed dwarf turned her attention back to him, she slowly nodded.
“Yes… it is one of the two the Faction owns. Everett has one, I believe.”