Chapter 39: A friend indeed

Ambrose Drak

"The sword? I retrieved it from your grandfather's crypt." Jacks rises then moves closer to the open flames.

"When? How?" Ambrose straddles a log and sits. The weight of the weapon, lighter than expected, offers a well-aligned balance and an easy core to manipulate in hand.

"When attacked at the dock, I took refuge in the mausoleum." Jacks rubs his palms together. "I waited there until I thought it safe to leave." His hands shake. "However, upon my returned to the river, after your uncle crossed, one of the beasts tried to take the priceless weapon from me." He clutches tight fists by his sides. "When it fell in, I retrieved it."

"Wait." Ambrose arches his brows. "You jumped in after it?" He secures the weapon belt to his hip.