Threats
Rivyn lounged in his workshop, the faint hum of his system screen a backdrop to his quiet contemplation. The bow he had crafted was steadily climbing in price on the auction, and he was satisfied with the progress. The hours spent meticulously shaping it, infusing the arcane thread, and polishing it to perfection had paid off.
A notification ping broke his focus. Expecting another mundane offer or commission request, Rivyn opened the message absentmindedly.
[System Message: New Direct Inquiry Received]
Sender: Ardon]
[Ardon: Don't sell the bow. Remove it from the auction immediately.]
Rivyn blinked. The tone was blunt, almost commanding. He frowned, briefly considering ignoring it, but curiosity got the better of him. It wasn't every day someone made such a bold demand. He decided to reply.