"Now what?" Serene asked, brushing dirt from her uniform as she stood.
"Well," Luka rose to his feet and stretched his sore arms. "We sell the damn thing."
"What!?" Serene's head tilted in disbelief. "Aren't you already wealthy? Why would you sell a weapon like this?"
Luka scratched his nose casually, avoiding her gaze.
"Well… there's a certain person I don't want getting their hands on it. And besides, I can't even use it. It's too heavy, and my class is Ranger. Greatswords aren't exactly my specialty."
Serene raised an eyebrow, still not convinced.
"But more importantly," Luka continued, a smirk creeping across his face.
"Selling this greatsword will get me in the good graces of someone very influential. Let's just say, she's someone worth connecting with."
His grin widened, teeth showing as if he were already imagining the possibilities.
"If you think that's best…" Serene murmured, glancing down at the greatsword lying heavily in the grass.
