Arielle's eyes sparkled at this new information. She hadn't expected to even sell the extra cores to the merchant and was hoping she'd get to sell it elsewhere but now, it didn't matter.
"Now that's the kind of reward I like to hear!" She grinned at the merchant's words.
Arielle quickly scooped up the gold, tucking it into her spatial belt pouch before turning to Damien.
"Alright," she said, nudging him. "How much do you want?"
Damien waved a hand dismissively. "I don't need a cut."
Arielle blinked. "Huh?"
"Just treat me to a good meal and a bath. Then we can call it even." Damien replied casually. He even added a lazy shrug to show his disinterest.
Arielle stared at him for a long second, as if trying to process his words.
Then, she burst into laughter.
"You're serious?"
Damien shrugged. "What? I didn't really do it for the money. You of all people should know that by now."
Arielle grinned. "Well, I won't argue with you on that. Alright, let's get you cleaned up first."
