Eno leaned closer to the communication orb, his brow furrowing. "What kind of solution?" he asked.
Dorian's sigh laced with frustration crackled faintly through the communication device, "The nobles have decided to host a duel to settle the matter. Both the Lightning Sect and the Steel Snake Sect will need to send a representative each to compete. The winner secures their mining rights to the Quarry, including all contracts currently in limbo, for the next 50 years."
A beat of silence followed.
"A duel," Rlyis said, her voice dripping with disbelief. "Of course, the nobles would turn this into a spectacle to make up for the lost daily revenue. I bet it was the Steel Snake's plan too. Let me guess—they're selling tickets and making a fortune on gambling?"