The dusty leather bag slides carelessly across the oak table. Halting before him.

“Where the hell did you find this?!” His voice is ragged, damaged and scarred from life’s endeavors.

“Somewhere,” I fight back a smirk. “Somehow.”

“If you want your money, you will tell me the source,” he urges an answer out of me, yet no truth comes. “Or else the deal is off. All I wanted was you to bring me a weapon.”

“As I said, I found it somewhere. And you wouldn’t want to know where it’s from.”

His knuckles are white, his face red. Yet it’s hard to make out the thoughts on his face under the dark hood he wears. “Tell me,” he begins, his tone cool and smooth. “_Now_.”

“Are you sure? Last time it didn’t go too well,” my voice is filled with annoyance, I couldn’t care less about his well being, yet I still find a way to show I care the slightest bit.

_How wonderful_.

I spit the truth, his eyes widen, hood falling back in the dark living room. “You took her dagger. My sisters,” his voice is shaky. “I know, but how did you get it?”

“As you said, you don’t give me missions for no reason. A stolen dagger only means one thing. I defeated her.” His deep brown eyes find my green ones. “She’s gone._ You’re welcome_.”