Bab 329: Need a Hand?

"We offer you two choices. "The tallest Wengol initiated the conversation. His Oraclean was proper and the tone of its voice more pleasant and refined to hear than their stoutness would suggest. "Give us three Red Soul Stones each and we promise to leave you alone."

Jake was somewhat surprised that these two aliens were so sensible, but it wasn't unexpected either. They had no conflict and no reason to hate each other. He was not weak, and an ally was always better than an enemy.

"What makes you think I have enough Flintium? "Jake finally replied with an amused face. "Maybe I have just enough stones to unlock that door."

"Bwabwabwah!"

Jake frowned and pursed his lips disapprovingly as the two Wengols burst out laughing. The way they laughed was the opposite of their refined voice: devoid of any graciousness.