Sarah nodded before reaching into her storage ring and taking out a small box. The container was ornately carved from what appeared to be silverwood, with protective runes etched along its edges that pulsed faintly with preservation magic.
Naturally, such a rare herb would be protected and preserved to ensure its effects remained optimum without any issues.
She handed it to him, her expression calm but resolute. "The physical enhancing herb is inside this box. I was planning to use it today, but you've come at the right time. Perhaps it's fate, I've been delaying its consumption,"
Fate... huh?
Arthur accepted the box with careful hands, feeling the weight of both the physical object and its symbolic significance.
The irony wasn't lost on him, considering his real surname was Fate, whilst his nickname was Fateless. The universe seemed to have a twisted sense of humour, delivering exactly what he needed through someone who spoke of destiny.
