Julian let out a long, measured sigh, the tension in his shoulders easing slightly. "Alright," he said, his voice calm but firm, "I'll do it… but there's a condition."
Glain leaned in slightly, careful and measured. "What's the condition?" he asked, his tone cautious, aware that Julian's terms could carry weight.
Julian's eyes met Glain's, sharp and unreadable. "I'll tell you when the time comes," he replied, deliberately vague.
Glain paused, pondering the words. He trusted Julian enough to know that whatever condition he would set, it wouldn't be something that would put Glain at a disadvantage. After a moment of reflection, Glain nodded slowly. "Alright," he said, conviction in his tone, "I accept."
Julian nodded, a faint approval in his expression. "That's a good decision," he said.
Glain let out a small, almost self-deprecating laugh. "Perhaps an old man like me isn't really cut out for these things," he admitted.
