Cisco's heart skipped a beat.
That kind of item wasn't something ordinary hunters could afford. No, only the sons of guild masters, the pampered heirs of the great corporations who bent knee to guilds, or the spoiled brats of the truly powerful ever wore such treasures. Which could only mean one thing this so-called lunatic in front of him was a walking treasure chest disguised as a man.
"To think the heavens would toss me a gift like this… right after I got fired," Cisco sighed inwardly, his smile never faltering.
The memory still stung. He had been too greedy. Far, far too greedy.
