Quoted By:
And he said something about it. What? That he couldn't— what was it— he couldn't "return empty-handed." That's it. Because you'd just scared him away from the seal, which is what he came for. Was there something he wanted from the seal that he was trying to get from Felicia instead? By... um... killing her? Why are people who commission heists so terrible? First Horse Face's stupid god-summoning, now this. Blech.
If the dagger conceals any more mysteries, you won't find them by looking at it. You set it down and shake out the tingles. Your hand is flushed a healthy pink where you were touching it: it must be fairly pure, at least a few steps above chit. Maybe more. Where did Wayne get it?
Well, again, you won't find that out now. You pick up the, um, <span class="mu-s">thingy.</span> Is it a coin? It's rather big for one, resembling a pocketwatch in size, but it is metallic— the same bright gold as the mask. The stamped axe symbol is double-headed and basic in design, really just a silhouette.
On the other side of the thingy (a token?) is a different symbol: a grinning woman in profile, wearing a crown. A crown. It couldn't be the Crown... could it? Maybe? It's too simplistic to tell. You don't recognize either the symbol of the axe or the symbol of the woman.
You hand the token off to Richard, who doesn't need prompting. He twirls it in his hand. "No unique properties, but it's not real. Manufactured underwater."
After Richard hands it back, you slip the token into your pocket— it won't do you any harm, at the least. You pick up two <span class="mu-i">pistols</span> in its place. You know little about guns, but—
"Unreal, but modeled off a Discus N30. Those two look unusable. Let me see these..."
—Richard does, for some reason. You fidget with your belt loops as he pores over the second set, turning them sideways and upside down and buffing their scratches on his shirt. "This one's jammed. <span class="mu-i">This</span> one needs some love and attention, but could be usable with tinkering. If you can source them, I recommend genuine bullets—"
You don't know how to use a gun. And you're not interested in <span class="mu-i">learning,</span> before he starts. You have a sword, and besides, it's not like you ever see <span class="mu-i">him</span> using a gun—
"You don't see me killing people, do you, Charlie? It's not traditional. And they're noisy." Did he slide on sunglasses for the sole purpose of pushing them up the bridge of his nose? "My interest is purely academic. But your interest is, I take it, nil—"
Yes.
"—so I won't press the matter. Your good friend Mr. Wallace favors the pistol, though, does he not?"
Gil? Um, you guess so. But you thought he already had his own gun.
"In reality?"
...Maybe? No? You guess not? You suppose you could take this and gift it to him, but would he appreciate that? It's the gun of a weird dead murderer guy, plus maybe Gil has specific preferences? You don't want to give him something he doesn't like. But what if he would like it?
(2/4)
