It was Friday when Arlon finally reached Kelta.
Initially, he had planned to avoid the players' questions until Monday, giving himself time to come up with a better excuse.
But he quickly dismissed the idea; delaying his responses might only arouse more suspicion.
Instead, he decided to address the others that same day. However, his priority was to claim his quest reward first.
"Here they are!" Zephyrion declared.
He motioned toward a pedestal behind his desk, where two remarkable items rested. The first was a sword that radiated an aura of both power and versatility.
Its blade was a deep obsidian, shimmering faintly with streaks of silver light that seemed to pulse like a heartbeat.
The hilt was wrapped in soft black leather, and its guard bore intricate runes etched in gold.
