The weapon hall buzzed with restless energy as students continued moving between the rows, testing, choosing, and arguing over their selections, while at one side of the hall Damon stood with Instructor Garrick in front of the cracked twin sabers, the faint glow of the display panel reflecting off their worn surfaces.
"Naah… just curious why there are such damaged weapons here," Damon said, his tone casual as his eyes lingered on the blades.
Garrick responded without interest, his voice carrying that same dry irritation.
"They were recovered from a high-level breach. We couldn't find anything else about them, so we placed them here."
Damon nodded slightly.
"I see…"
Garrick turned his head toward him then, his gaze sharp despite his otherwise indifferent demeanor.
"Have you found the weapon you are looking for?"
Damon met his eyes, his own narrowing slightly as a thought crossed his mind.
Why is this midlife-crisis man taking interest in me…
