The face of the boy was covered with suspicion, and a glint in his eyes made Rowan know that his small mind was working among many possibilities to decipher the truth within the words he would be hearing.
In many matters, this child might be naive, but it was also hard to deceive the little brat.
"Is it not obvious?" Rowan smiled, "The tears of the sun as you call it, how rare is it?"
Biting His lips, Romion thought about it for a short while, "Pretty rare, I only found this fruit two years ago and I have ranged around for thousands of miles to find a second to no avail, maybe if I have more chance to comb through the entire forest I will find another, but that would take many years. You can see why I cannot accept such precious… gifts."
"To you it is precious," Rowan replied, "and yet you did not hesitate to present it to me as a greeting gift."
