Just as Asher finished giving a piece of his mind to Arthur, his gaze inadvertently fell on the white staff in Arthur's hands, adorned with black accents and crowned with a radiant white pearl.
"That staff... Where did you get it from?" Asher asked, his tone shifting as his brows furrowed, the very image of the staff eliciting memories he would rather forget.
"Ah, this..." Arthur replied, his voice softening as he gently caressed the staff. A warm smile played on his lips as he continued, "This belonged to my sister, and my father gifted it to me, saying that I deserve to use this. But I don't think I can ever claim this as my own, and I am simply holding onto it until she returns. It isn't really my weapon of choice, but now it feels like a part of me."
The mention of the staff's previous owner and the implication of her return sparked a noticeable change in Asher's demeanor.
