My Best Present Yet

After deciding for a couple more minutes I decided to pick the cane. The sword was pretty self explanatory, so I know what I was getting if I chose it. But where is the fun in that sometimes you gotta take a risk, which left me with the other two items. The problem with the ore I don't exactly know what it is, while the cane I know I can figure what it can do after eventually.

The ore on the other hand I might not ever find out what it can do, but even if I do find out what it can do it might serve me no purpose in the end. Besides there is hardly any ore so I have no idea if I could get a blacksmith to make anything useful out of it.

That just left the mysterious cane, knowing I can figure out what it is enchanted on eventually. I know that I will at least know if it will be useful to me pretty quick, unlike the ore. If it isn't useful to me I could just give it to Harold who could use it, as a cane if he gets too old to walk properly or use the actual purpose the cane was made for.

Grabbing the cane I walk over to my father who was waiting by the door who seems to be tapping his foot impatiently while looking at his pocket watch. When I get close to him I say.

"I found what I want, Father. I decided that the item I want is this cane."

"Oh, and why is that, if I may ask." My father asked, looking a little disappointingly. I didn't pick the sword instead.

"Well I know there are magical treasures out in the world. And this seemingly normal cane must be something but ordinary to be sold here. That's why I chose it, why did I make a bad choice?" I said because I can't tell him I can sense magic from it. So I had to go another way around it, even if I did make the wrong decision I will stick by my decision. Let's call this a gut feeling that this item feels special.

"No, you didn't make a bad decision. Anything from here would be a good decision, I was just purely curious. Now don't complain that you want to change your decision. One must stick to things once they have already made up their mind, you got it?" My father said warningly while giving some... interesting advice.

Nodding my head we exit the storage room, with just a couple of minutes to spare before the auction itself begins. When we exited some people looked our way, noticing my father they bowed with respect before going to their respective seats. I also notice Harold in the audience with what looks to be a 10 year old kid.

Feeling my gaze Harold turned around and he also recognized me standing next to my father. Turning to the child standing next to him he seems to be telling him something before walking our way. Once he reaches us he says.

"Mr. Wright, Greyson, I would like to introduce to you my grandson Graham Woodrowe. Gram, why don't you introduce yourself."

"Hello Mr. Wright, as my grandfather said my name is Graham Woodrowe. I am an inspiring adventurer hoping to at least be quarter as great as an adventurer as my grandfather was." The young boy now known as Graham introduced himself as he bowed towards my father.

"It's nice to meet you Graham, but do pray tell Harold. Why are you introducing us to your Grandson?" My father asked curiously.

"Well I am teaching my grandson as well as your son at the same time. I was hoping that they could get to know each other so when they get older your son can know a powerful adventurer that he can rely on if he ever gets into trouble. I was also wondering if they could spar with one another every once in a while, since this will both help each boy grow stronger by having a rival to push them." Harold said, giving his reason for the introduction.

Though my father didn't seem to be surprised about it, Graham was. When he heard his grandfather was going to train a noble's son he didn't think the kid would be the 5 year old kid in front of him. Also when his grandfather said that he wanted to introduce him to someone who will be important in the future he just thought that it would be a connection to a big merchant but now he is second guessing himself.

"Hm, that should be fine but as you know our schedules will be quite busy so I don't know if they can spar as much as you want." My father said after thinking about it for a while.

"I am glad to hear it." Harold said with a smile on his face.

"Well I got some other business to attend to, Grey you can stay with them and get to know the kid while I am attending the auction." My father said before leaving. Once my father was out of ear shot I said.

"Ugh, finally that b*st*rd is gone. I thought he would never shut up. Let's go sit down before I tell you some interesting items you might want to buy and I can get to know your grandson better." I said turning to head to one of the VIP boxes. When I started walking away I left a gob smacked 10 year old after hearing what I called my father and what seemed to be like a big switch in personalities. While Harold was trying not to laugh at his grandson's reaction, calming himself down he waved for Graham to follow before they lost sight of me.