"No. I have never seen these items before. It looks like something from Ancient Endor, but I couldn’t match it with anything from that time period." The big bearded man said helplessly.
"White Eagle, do you feel better?" Dale Quicksilver turned her head around and looked at the last person in the team. He was no other than the closest partner and assistant, White Eagle.
At this point in time White Eagle had seemed like a drunk person. His face was pale, his eye sockets deep and his usual bright golden hair was unreflective. The only thing that remained positive was his sharp gaze.
He raised his head and looked at his old friend Dale Quicksilver. "I’m still alright." His voice was unbelievably coarse. "It’s just that I may have spent too much energy. The few men in black previously were rather troublesome."
Dale Quicksilver nodded her head and didn’t say anything further.
