Later that night, the group stayed up a little longer before retiring to their makeshift earthen beds. After sharing a few laughs and casual conversations, they extinguished the fire, and one by one, everyone settled down for the night.
Liam lay on his back, staring at the uneven ceiling of the cave, unable to sleep. His attention kept returning to the strange dark object he'd taken earlier. The object, about the size of a mini football but irregular in shape, rested in his hand.
He tossed it into the air and caught it absently, his thoughts swirling. 'What the hell am I gonna use this for? Forge a sword? Tch. Not like I have any blacksmithing skills. But... maybe I could get someone to craft me a new pair of daggers with it.'
His gaze shifted to one of his daggers at his waist, and he drew it out, holding it up to the dim light. The blade gleamed faintly, showing signs of wear from frequent use.
