She considered this again before steadying her bag on her knee, looking through it. "The oldest thing I have... let me think..." She paused before her face lit up. "Oh. I know what it is," she said thoughtfully, reaching onto her back and setting down her scythe on the table. "It's pretty old. Be careful with the handle; it's a little wobbly." She laughed, sounding a little sad. "Not good for a scythe, I suppose."
Zerras frowned and pulled her back, as well as giving her back the scythe. He set reached into his pocket and pulling out a small ring, dropping it onto the table. "It's over 300 years old."
She fell silent, looking at him for a moment before looking back down at the goblin. "And you said a truth and a lie, correct? And it doesn't have to be anything specific?"
"Uhm... okay..." She bit her lip, trying to determine how secretive she should be before speaking tentatively, pulling the cloak tighter around herself. "One, I really, really cannot stand the smell of almond." A peculiar expression crossed her face and she tilted her head thoughtfully. "Two is that I can’t remember what my father’s voice sounds like."
She passed the map to Zerras and gave the goblin a small smile. "Pleasure doing business with you, sir."
Her smile faded almost instantly, a rare thing for her. Instead, she looked up at him, pulling up her hood. "You must be relieved."
