The Reliquary,
Inside the Reliquary, the heavy silence after Arin's departure slowly faded. Durak held the black spear and the white single-edged sword in his rough hands, his blue eyes narrowing as he examined them carefully.
"These…" his deep voice rumbled, "are very special weapons. Even I can't see their true nature. But one thing I can tell…" He raised his gaze to Ron and Lia. "These two were made to complement each other."
Ron and Lia exchanged a glance and nodded in quiet understanding.
Ron stepped forward, voice steady. "Then, what will be the price of these two?"
Durak exhaled through his nose, setting the weapons down with care. "Price, huh? Truth is… these weren't forged by me. They were sold to me a long time ago. So, I can't set their true value."
Before the silence could linger, Isilme's calm voice filled the room. "Ten silver coins each will do."
Both Ron and Lia blinked in surprise.
