"That is already the rock-bottom figure," the attendant replied, her smile never wavering. "The Hall guards its secrets savagely, and we shoulder immense risk retrieving them. The price is fair."
Jared's brow tightened.
Damian had given him exactly one million celestial gems, a fortune that still felt painfully finite, and there was no guarantee these words were genuine.
"If the intel proves false?" he asked.
"Whispers Tower trades in trust," she said firmly. "Should the information fail you, we refund every gem."
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