Third Person's POV
"But I also want to witness the sheath's construction process firsthand—if you don't mind."
Argos's face twisted slightly at this condition and his brows knitted together.
"That will be… a bit difficult," he said and was clearly reluctant.
However, Ethan was undeterred. With an indifferent shrug, he countered,
"If that's the case, I might as well take my business to another weapon pavilion.
Frankly, your asking price for a mere sheath is already excessive."
Despite his lack of actual knowledge about the artificer industry, Ethan carried himself with the arrogance of an elite young master who exuded an air of entitled superiority.
As he reached out to retrieve his saber, his expression hardened as if he had already made up his mind to walk away.
Just as expected, Master Argos instinctively tightened his grip on the weapon and shifted it out of Ethan's reach.
His hesitation was brief before he finally relented.
