Upon hearing Khosro's words, Ethan halted his steps and turned to face him.
Khosro gave Ethan a suggestive wink.
Picking up on Khosro's intention, Ethan decided not to inquire further in the busy market.
Instead, he followed Khosro to where the caravan was resting.
Once in the room, Ethan took a seat.
"Khosro, you can speak freely now," Ethan urged, facing Khosro.
Aside from him and Sherry, there was no one else in the room but Khosro, the person involved in the matter.
Khosro's expression became grave as he retrieved a finely crafted wooden box from his pocket.
The box was only as wide as a thumb and about twenty centimeters long.
"Lord Ethan, this is a treasure I stumbled upon," Khosro handed over the box, elaborating further, "It was during one of the cargo transports. My caravan encountered an avalanche. Back then, the snow swept away all our goods, but thankfully, we all survived. It was in that avalanche I found this treasure."
