[She watches him, brow still raised, contemplative. She brushed her dark hair back and drew it over one shoulder with her free hand, the other still resting on her sword's hilt. The sword was emitting a soft, but steady glow, and the red gem in the hilt pulsed softly.
She catches the coin with ease, turning it over in her palm, not at all bothered by the heat.]
It's a Greek coin.
[She smiles, her fair features lighting up. She knows exactly what it is, she can feel the magic inside of it, she simply chooses to not indulge him.]
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She catches the coin with ease, turning it over in her palm, not at all bothered by the heat.]
It's a Greek coin.
[She smiles, her fair features lighting up. She knows exactly what it is, she can feel the magic inside of it, she simply chooses to not indulge him.]