Marry my descendant

Jaegar's skepticism lingered in the air as he weighed the old man's words. "What would I get from a centuries-old relic?" he questioned, his doubt evident.

The old man's response held a promise veiled in mystery. "Let me out first, and I will tell you," he proposed, his voice carrying a hint of eagerness.

Jaegar arched an eyebrow, his skepticism unabated. "And you expect me to believe you?"

An exasperated sigh escaped the old man's ethereal form. "Fine, I swear by my name, Glaevan Gendittur. I will stand by my word. For the time being, I will give you the location of the dragon's lagoon. It possesses magical properties that can unlock your meridians, enhancing your energy efficiency."

Jaegar found himself pondering the proposition. The allure of heightened power was tantalizing, and the sincerity he detected in the old man's tone struck a chord within him.