“A gift you say?” Kassaah extended a hand toward the box, but stopped short, eyeing it like it might well have been a scorpion. “And what would this gift cost me?”
“Cost you?” Hagen’s voice was filled with mock shock and insult. “Whatever would make you suspect me of alternate motives?”
Hagen laughed. There was dark mirth in it, but it was a genuine thing. “So very true, old friend; I have been nothing but unkind with you in the past, but I want to change that between us and I offer this gift. Free of charge.” Hagen once more held the box out to the Orphean.