The djinn winced at Naja’s outburst but showed no further signs of concern regarding the matter after that. She had simply surprised him, that was all. Not to be rude, because he certainly would have hated to, but he had found that he could not care less concerning how big a scene she made over the matter. It was not as though he intended to keep the weapon; he had no use for such absurd assets. It was about the safety and wellbeing of others. If she didn’t want to play by his rules, she didn’t have to play at all as far as he was concerned… Although he really hated the idea of leaving someone out of the fun. Part of him also suspected the Mithra of lying, however it was not his place to suggest such things.

Being firm was so difficult sometimes.

“It’s only for the game. I promise I’ll return it as soon as you finish. Scouts honour! What am I going to do with a mace, anyway? That is soooo eleventh century. Believe me, if your ancestral treasure is safe with anyone, it’s me. Who says your ancestors wouldn’t enjoy some other company too, hu? Think of them!”