Kro sighed. The box beckoned.
He got up and headed into the bedroom. The ornate box was on the bed. A smile forced itself onto his face. He placed his hands on the box, and slowly opened it. Inside, there were two items, encased in a foam surround. One, a pistol. M1911, redwood handle, steel body and trimming. Second, a knife. Made of sky-steel, many serrated blades, and a black, leather handle. They gave off a slight aura. However, these were special. The knife was of holy orgin- ripped from the hands of a fallen guardian. The pistol, an arm of the elite guard of the neatherrealms. A fine pair of weapons for dispatching the hallowed or the hollow.
He put the holsters on under his coat, and headed over to the training area.