Fingers brushed over the items set securely in the case and Silas took a sharp inhalation of breath, amazed at the cool smoothness of the metal beneath his touch. This would be of great use to him, and perhaps even to Inferni’s warriors, for they’d be able to keep their weapons sharp and in fighting condition. Silas hadn’t expected to find quite a treasure, but he was grateful he had decided to pursue this building. Had he simply turned another street, this great prize would have gone unfound and Silas would perhaps still be looking for something useful to scavange.
The boy didn’t have long to himself before a voice sounded behind him and Silas didn’t even have a chance to turn his gaze before he knew the essentials. He had been too focused on the sharpening kit to notice the smell, but now his senses told him that he had encountered a male from Phoenix Valley and that no one else was present. His icy gaze met the stranger, though he made no move to reach for his weapon. After all, Silas was a relatively peaceful soul. "Mine name ees Silas," he told the stranger, an ear turning curiously. "And you?"
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