Quest Completed.
Inside the house...
John sat at the old wooden table, his usual bottle untouched for once. His expression was serious, his eyes narrowing as he looked at Arthur.
"What's wrong this time?" he asked, his voice carrying a hint of impatience.
Arthur smirked, leaning casually against the wall. "Why are you always assuming something is wrong?"
John rolled his eyes. "Because every time you drag me inside, it's to hit me with bad news. Like telling me you're increasing your reward or that the Serpent had evolved into some impossible beast."
Arthur chuckled softly, shaking his head. "Alright, relax, old man. This time, it's good news."
Reaching into his backpack, Arthur pulled out a sharp-looking object wrapped in cloth. He placed it on the table, unwrapping it with care.
"Here," Arthur said, sliding it toward John. "This is what you wanted."