"My lord," Daniel stammered, his eyes widening in surprise. "These bombs seem really well-made. Where did you get them?"
'Huh, didn't know that.' (Alex)
I calmly replied, "Just from a random weapons shop. But why do you think they're so well-made?"
Daniel hesitated before confessing, "Uh, my lord, I used to work as a bomb maker when I was a mercenary. These bombs bear the mark of craftsmanship I'm familiar with."
'Seriously, a bombmaker.' (Alex)
I raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "You never mentioned this skill before. Can you create bombs yourself?"
He nodded, "Yes, my lord, I can. But I lost my passion for it, which is why I didn't mention it earlier."
"Interesting, very interesting," I mused. "Daniel, when we clear this illusion and labyrinth, I want you to be my part-time bomb maker. Do you understand?"
He looked conflicted but ultimately disagreed, "That's not possible, my lord."
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