Cyrus greeted us with a warm welcome, trying to strike up small talk with both Xuelian and I.
From our time together I figured neither of us were much for talking so in contrast with Cyrus' warm conversation we seemed obviously dull.
After a minute or two of one-to-five-word answers he gave up with a smile and a sigh.
"So, what's up guys, what brings you here?"
"We're trying to complete a quest and we need some throwing knives."
"A quest, what's the name."
"[The Lost Sword]."
"Ah, I see, I know the answer. Knives aren't all you'll need; the info will cost you," Cyrus looked at me with a smirk on his face.