"The timeline doesn't add up, the location is also weird considering this is Anazasi and this is far from their territory. I've seen odd artifacts in some clusters before and I would be tempted to believe you if not for one thing. This knife is spotless clean, you moron. If you're going to pretend you dug an artifact up, at least do it properly." Uriel grunted the last part, though the actual reason why he knew that specific flint knife was not found in the desert was because it was among the artifacts he sold in bulk on the city. Most people would have failed to recognize something that was barely in their possession for a brief time, but to Uriel selling each artifact had been akin to selling a part of his own body. He remembered each and every one of them and he also had a long detailed record of them all.
"Can I have my knife back?" Simon asked with a wry smile.
"Absolutely not." Uriel replied with a cunning smile. "It's the price for trying to cheat."
