quiet would have never been a possibility.


    But it wasn’t a regular day - none of the days since the Emporium had arrived at its new location had been.


    Enough time had passed for more and more people to realize the mountain was more than just a random stray floater; if it wasn’t the increasing number of flying artifacts that could plainly be observed coming and going, then it was the spreading rumors directing the attention of ever more people and potential customers to Severin and his store.


    Time was short, and since, with the others around, there was no opportunity to continue their conversation in person, Severin didn’t linger, and soon was on his way back–not through the secret underground passage connecting all of his facilities, but through the fresh morning breeze to shake off his sleepiness.


    claim, record, and eagles was very clear to him. The news didn’t come exactly unexpected.


    That said, for now there was nothing much he could or would do about it, and Severin simply continued on.


    Soon he was preparing the day’s first batch of elixirs.


    The tale has been taken without authorization; if you see it on Amazon, report the incident.Though once everyone was settled and begun their work, the dwarf telepathically continued yesterday’s interrogation, it wasn’t the bombardment of questions Severin had initially expected.


    Instead, the questions seemed more specific and deliberate, more sober, than on the night before and with enough time between each of them to carefully consider every one of Severin’s answers.


    And Bandur wasn’t the only one who needed that time to process Severin’s words; Severin himself soon realized the questions weren’t quite as easy to answer as they might have seemed on a first glance, and instead forced him to some self-reflection.


    these aspects were exactly where Bandur now latched on to.


    Questions regarding government systems, laws and rights, social norms and contracts, education and opportunities. Questions which led to matters like equality, standards of living, and distribution of wealth.


    Questions that, when he answered them, became increasingly awkward in light of his earlier comparisons.


    Would they live together as peacefully as they did in Malcos?


    Even if there were less developed living districts, none of them could be considered being slums; they might have been modest, but certainly proper.


    Sure, even in his comparatively short time in the city, he had seen, or rather heard, disparaging remarks regarding non-classbearers, and he himself had drawn unkind looks upon him solely because of his, at the time, plain clothes that very much made him look like a classless person himself, but compared to what it could have been, things could only be considered peaceful.


    Sigh


    ‘


    Word has spread about your exceptional goods and expert services, attracting customers from near and far to your Emporium.


    You have therefore successfully completed the Quest [Spread the Word II].


    Your reward, the handy and unique [Class-Orb Removal Device], has already been deposited into your store’s inventory, and is ready to be deployed so that your valued customers, old and new alike, can continue to grow and thrive alongside you.]


    “Well, haven’t you become wordy?”