ushered into the room through the window he entered was a breeze. however wet & clawing the breeze may have been, ily'm minded it not. he did watch the breeze as it caressed this stranger before him. as it were that he was scrutinised, examined perhaps, ily'm returned the favour by running sharp, dark eyes along the planes of the other's form. he found naught in the man's apparel nor within his features. it struck him as odd, this finding. many people were easy to dissect & study. not him.
ily'm, now stood with his hands clasped behind his back, lowered his head slightly & listened to the other speak. "however much you expenses on my belongings means nothing to me," he raised his head once more and took, ever cautious, a solitary step forward. "it was stolen from me. many centuries ago now and it happens to hold great significance to me. i went through a spectacular amount of trouble to find this artifact and it led me to you. you haven't sold it, have you?"
@hyrded