They've tended to keep a low profile, spending most of their time away from the local Secret Martial Arts World, so they're not well-known.
As time ticked on, Simonyi was all ears and in deep thought.
Splash, splash… clear water cascaded down from the top of the White Stone Fountain, falling into the round stone basin like a celestial maiden scattering flowers. The Eye Demon reached out a hand, his handkerchief skimming over a line of falling water. Then he delved his hands around his waist, washing the sword hilt.
He rubbed it earnestly, polishing the metallic eye until it was glossy and shiny.
"So, after hearing all that, what's your choice?"
His head was slightly lowered, facing Simonyi side-on. He seemed to be intently studying the sword hilt, not seeming overly concerned.
