Draco exited Ophie's room with his armor on. As for the halfling, her small body lay sprawled on the bed, fast asleep and snoring loudly with a wide satisfied grin on her face.
Hoover came up to Draco and bowed with respect. "My Lord, what are your orders?"
Draco pondered his options. After enlightening all the natives inside the Treasury, they were still digesting their gains, so it was not good to disturb them. He had already harvested enough from them, and he had the premonition that nothing they could show now would further his gains.
Draco tabulated his current status and made a list of priorities to complete before the inheritance competition would begin.
First, he needed to become a Grandmaster in Blacksmithing and Alchemy. This was a large goal that could be broken down into smaller steps.
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