" No matter how many times I look at it, you really have a curious collection, Jamil," Kais stopped before the glass cabinet which held a Katana and an old dagger, inspecting them.
" I like collecting rare things, after all, you don't know when they might fetch a high price." The man pointed out with a proud smile as he walked up to Kais' side. " This Katana is from the lands far to the east, while this dagger comes from Persia, one of the few with the late King's emblem."
Kais hummed in thought before he resumed walking down that hallway, which opened to the raised tier they usually occupied to watch the fights down in the arena. However this time, it was only reserved for training.
" So…" he spoke up again, his eyes trailing over the slaves as they spared against each other, exchanged blows, and tried to block them. All of them clearly gripped by such intense fear. It could be seen through their eyes. " What's it that you need from me, Jamil?"
