Serra felt a bit out of place, far from everything she knew and this town was obviously not at all like her own. That much could be evidenced in what sort of “things” these people owned. Still the idea of a town that was empty of people but full of stuff was a wonderful idea, if it didn’t seem so ghostly.

She introduced herself to Aiden, barely. She was more comfortable around him than she might have been around an adult, but he wasn’t of the same lifestyle as herself. It was plain he didn’t have to scrape and steal for another just to survive. So she said little until she was more familiar with him. But when they settled down for the evening her attitude shifted. 

She was still nervous being in what she determined as a ‘ghost town’…as in a town filled with ghosts. Even though she had actually seen a ghost. 

“I guess that will work” said Serra when Adien gave her a chance to speak. “Not really sure about this whole thing, traveling here I just packed what people told me to. I hope you know what we need to take.”

She hesitated, fighting shyness for a moment. 

“I’d like to go back to Llorkh.” She didn’t say what she was afraid of, that she wouldn’t make it back that way without help. Or that she would be sold into slavery as soon as she got back there. It was just the only home she had ever known. 

“Oh and I found something odd outside the walls, well actually it was about half a days walk from the town on the road. I found it on my way into town, I hid it and kept it incase it could be useful.”

She laid a knife of the table but a knife unlike any that either of them had seen. The handle was of wood but blackened in a fire and hard as stone, the blade was of glassy black stone and the tip was broken off. 

“If you know about knives from your family maybe you know about this one? I’ve never seen anything like it. I’m no expert though.”