Tim walked forward toward the gifted treasure and looked at Ning with shock. "Are you… are you serious?" he asked.
"Yes," Ning said. "I have no need for it, and it looks like you want it."
"I… I would love it," Tim said. He slowly reached out to take the weapon, still somewhat hesitant if the entire thing was real or not. Finally, seeing as Ning had no foul intentions, he grabbed the horn and took it to his chest.
"Thank you," Tim said with misty eyes. "Thank you so much."
"Well, congratulations on the treasure, young scholar," the captain spoke. "At least this trip wasn't a complete waste and disaster."
Tim was already lost in his thoughts, checking the golden horn that he had received.
"Well, since you got the Zurin treasure, you get to name it," the Captain said. "Use it. Let us see what it can do."
Tim nodded, brought the horn to his lips, and then blew on it.
