Re: Part 67a - Meeting and greeting
"Interesting toy..." Luke rolled the package around in his hand, shifting it back and forth, completely oblivious to all protests. Finally he shrugged, casually stuffing the wrapped object back into the cask in the same way he had removed it, this time without the accompanying gush of ale. "Not exactly what I was hoping for." Blinking in surprise at the interest of those around him, the lean man grinned. "Sorry. Dorian...my thanks, but it's not necessary to wipe away the recollections. Let the little terrier yap to his owner. There's been no harm done, Prince Gerard can take it up with me if he desires. Or the king."
One of his dark, thin eyebrows rose questioningly. "We are approved by the king as investigators into this situation, aren't we?" He made a quick, dimissive motion of one hand toward the cask. "Looked like a blade, sans hilt...funny thing, I've got one of those around here somewhere. Anyway, it reeks of power. But not the sort of power that would have me calling for a witch-hunt - more the kind Aaron uses to get around. You know, native stuff." A pause for consideration followed. "Awfully small blade, mind...especially for one so famed for size and strength. Almost like an assassin's tool."