Krodeshas turned toward Rosacer, then back to Gringha.
"And what are you going to offer for that?" she asked, one eyebrow raised.
Gringha cleared his throat and crouched beside his baggage. From within, he carefully pulled out an old, broken compass etched with ancient symbols.
"I know you have been trying to find the Ramesses," he said, holding the compass up for her to see. "This is the key."
"What?" Krodeshas frowned, already turning as if to walk away.
"Wait," Gringha called out quickly. He flipped open the lid and revealed the dial within.
The needle did not point north. It trembled faintly, as though sensing something beyond ordinary direction.
"This is Odysseus's Compass," he said.
"It can find anything in the world that is not hidden by magic."
Krodeshas did not speak for a while.
She stepped closer instead.
Her fingers brushed the lid of the compass before she slowly opened it herself. The needle trembled on her touch.
Her silver eyes narrowed.
