Covert Agent

Warden felt a headache coming on as he surveyed the multitude of tasks piled up in his new workshop. It wasn't just work from the artificer department; an envoy from Dragonforge had arrived to deliver his second round of orders, along with his wages from the previous batch of work.

Rubbing his forehead in mild irritation, he acknowledged that a single night's sleep hadn't been sufficient to shake off the exhaustion coursing through him.

"How many tasks are there?" Warden inquired of Jenni.

"I can't speak for your own endeavours, but there are about two hundred from the department," replied his new assistant sweetly. "Only 62 of them require Tier-5 shells."

Fortunately, the commissions from Dragonforge were limited to a couple of dozen, though they still added to his workload. Additionally, he had committed to completing artifacts for several other individuals.

"This is what they call taking a flying arrow in your buttocks," Jenni remarked.