Just in time, when Gandalf was feeling awkward and had nothing to say, there came another heavy yet nimble sound of hooves from outside.
And the exclamations of the residents of Long Lake Town.
The old wizard's eyes shifted cunningly, feeling a lot more at ease.
Sure enough, as the footsteps approached, a tall figure walked toward the open military tent.
"Lann?"
Bard's tightly knit eyebrows slightly relaxed upon seeing the tall figure ducking inside, but he still didn't feel truly at ease.
"So, how did the negotiation with Sorlin go?"
Bard actually had no hope, he was just asking casually.
He was still holding a wine glass from Thranduil's table, offering it to the demon hunter.
But upon entering, Lann first raised an eyebrow at Gandalf standing to the side, then said, "Well, it's settled. The first batch of treasure will be sent out by sunset today. Long Lake Town needs to send someone to the Lonely Mountain Gate to receive it."
"Huh... Huh?!"
