It was intriguing how far Gideon had fallen. From a renowned assassin to the slayer of royalty and now no more than a petty mercenary. At the very least she was willing to listen to the tale, providing a rapt audience was the least Serafina could do considering what he was doing for her. She paused in front of the familiar facade of her own storefront, her keys easily fit into the locks to provide access to the dingy store, she glanced behind her, gesturing further in for the man to carry in her crate and, in turn, place it somewhere useful for the young witch herself. It was only once Gideon stepped into the confines of her own magical circle of sorts that Serafina inquired after just what had filled the last few hundred years ever since his death and transformation into the fae. She watched as he moved to play the box down exactly where she had desired it only to turn back towards her, providing that very answer she bought sought and had quite expected. Vaguely, she couldn't help but wonder how his family would feel about his efforts to continue the 'art', particularly when his targets were no longer as high profile as they had once been. Would they care? Mmm....probably not.

Her attention deviated from her own inner thoughts as Gideon admitted his efforts to fill his time with those side jobs. Her eyebrows rose ever so slight as Serafina leaned against the counter, the girl silent as he spoke of the other jobs he had taken up over the years. It was, admittedly, rather unsurprising that he turned into a guard, that line of work was one she could see him excelling in, even if it might bore him in comparison. It was, however, his admittance of being an escort that caught her off guard. After all, why would a hired sword reduce himself to such standards? A small shrug crossed her shoulders as he assured her she wouldn't believe how unsanitary and crass people could be. "I've turned a few tricks in my days...I think I know exactly how people can be." She responded simply, willing to provide him with that smallest of glimpses into her own past, at least for the shared commiserating. An escort, as he called it, was certainly not a glamorous life. It still wasn't, even to this day. They were viewed as replaceable and, she suspected, as certainly less than a guard or assassin.

It was, at the very least, enthralling to listen to all the lives he had lived and all he had done over the centuries. Where he had seen the world evolve time and time again, Serafina's own tale was dark, dim, and dull in comparison. She hardly expected the way he reached for his blade at the very mention of it, pulling out the dagger from its hidden location to show her that gleaming blade. It hardly seemed extraordinary by outer appearances, though it was well maintained, even Serafina could see that. It looked to be regularly sharpened and oiled to keep the rust from marring and tarnishing it. He took care of it, she could see that. That Greek word caused her gaze to shift upwards towards him with an almost incredulous look on her features. "Well, that's a mouthful." She commented as he held out the blade for her inspection. Frankly, she had little interest in the artifact - at least, until Gideon mentioned that his father used to say the blade had a soul. Now that was worth investigating. She reached out, her hand hovering over the dagger without quite taking it. Her gaze focused upon the blade, eying that steel near the dagger's edge inquisitively for several moments before the girl glanced up at him.

"That's because Perry here does have a soul." She commented as she withdrew her hand and her own affinity for life forces, purposefully shortening the blades name to something she liked far better. At least, it was easier to say. "The Maker's Mark at the hilt isn't any normal mark. It looks to be a magic circle...I feel like I've seen it somewhere." She speculated, her eyebrows furrowing in consideration. That was going to bother her. A small shrug crossed Serafina's shoulders a few moments later before the girl continued. "I think you have yourself a magical dagger, Gideon, infused with a soul of something that witch or warlock wanted to entrap in it. It's old magic...dark magic and judging by your characterization of the blade, so is what's trapped inside."

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