1366 Travelling Tavern (Part 2)

"Marchioness Distar knows that you're a cheapskate and she found a way to let you save money on mana crystals." Kamila chuckled.

"Yeah, I really appreciate that." "She has done a lot for me over the years both in front and behind the scenes. I owe Mirim a lot, maybe even more than I owed Trequill." Lith said, sighing at the painful memory of his dead friend.

"Then be a good boy and prepare a great gift for her. Like a full optional DoLorean built according to Grandma's suggestions." Kamila chuckled while walking arm in arm.

It still felt weird calling such a powerful being with a familiar nickname. The idea that Salaark might pop up unannounced for Lith's birthday only made things more amazing.

"Thanks for the suggestion, but I had already thought of that." Lith said while looking her in the eyes. "More importantly, I'm struggling to find a special gift for a very special person. Constables get a lot of magical trinkets and I hate gifting clothes.