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Kella thought for a moment, hands on her hips, before speaking. “The arrow,” she nodded certain of her decision. “We need to find out where the arrow came from.”

“Take me to the blacksmith,” Declan’s tone was flat, “He’ll likely know about such things.”

Kella let out a giggle. "Um, she, actually," she said. Declan looked at her and merely raised an eyebrow. She blushed and coughed slightly to clear her throat. "The blacksmith is a woman actually. Her name is..."

"Not important in the grand scheme of things," Declan interrupted. "You can introduce us when we arrive."

Kella nodded and looked at the arrow for a moment. She looked back to Declan as he slid the parchment into one of his pockets and then looked at the ring. For a couple minutes, he stood entranced by the ruby before finally lowering his hand and smiling lightly.

"Ready?"

Declan nodded in response and continued down the trail. Kella followed alongside him. He strode in silence. Great long strides that she could barely keep up with. Every so often she'd glance over at him.His face was strong but emotionless. His eyes sat unmoving on the road ahead of them. His mouth a firm line carved into the granite that was his flesh. It was like he was pulled from a painting or some storybook she had read as a child.

As they neared the town, she glanced over and to her surprise, found him returning her gaze. She jumped a bit and quickly looked away.

"You know it's rude to stare, right?" he asked as he looked back to the road.

"Yeah," she said, blushing. She looked ahead as they moved into town, and buildings appeared on all sides of them. She pointed toward one of the upcoming streets. "The blacksmith is right up here."