“I have fifteen thousand warriors, Little Osha. To have enough relics for my people, I need fifteen thousand relics. When you’re done with all of these rings, I’ll release you from your oath and take you to the closest quicksilver pool so you can leave. Until then…” He eyed the trunk full of rings. “But I don’t even know how to turn these into relics yet! That alone could take weeks. It could take months!” Not even a flicker of sympathy hid in Fisher’s silver-mottled eyes. “Then you’d better get to work.”
