The Blackmarket [3]

"So, yer not gonna let me touch that device of yers?"

"What's in it for me?"

"Stingy, eh? I've seen my fair share of lads like ye."

Brandon leaned back confidently.

A trick to negotiation was to never willingly show your cards.

But if he had to be honest, he didn't want anything from Ironaxe.

He was just curious.

Seeing dwarves from his memories, and seeing them up–close was a different experience.

And in the first place, it wasn't his memories.

Brandon looked at Ironaxe. He seemed to be retrieving something from a chest box.

It was Ironaxe who wanted something from him. And so, he planned on using that to his advantage 

For his curiosity about his sunglasses. Or rather, the Mirage Mask, Brandon found it peculiar.

Did he find out the Mirage Mask's secrets?

Truth be told, Brandon only knew the history of the mask. But he had no idea where it actually emerged from.