Making Plans
In the morning while Lucan was looking over the maps in the command room a portal opened beside him as Ash led several workers into the fort.
"Lord Quilldrake." He said with a bow.
"Here you go." Lucan said, handing over a scroll he had written minutes before.
Ash pulled out something that looked like a walking stick with a black crystal on top carved into the shape of a perched Raven.
Lucan frowned. "How is this a rod?" He mumbled.
"Do not look down on it Lord Quilldrake. This scepter was used personally by the Supreme Ruler during his younger days. It is a magnificent variant rod that many would love to have for themselves. That fact that our patron was even willing to trade it to you shows how highly his Mightyness thinks of you."
'Or he was too lazy to find something to fit the terms of our deal.' Lucan thought to himself while taking the scepter.
"Alright, I will use it well."