"You are…" George tried to find any semblance of Siderius inside his memory but there were none.
Siderius pulled his scarf down to reveal his face. George recognized him immediately.
"Snow?!" George blurted out. He covered his mouth quickly and looked around.
They were both escaped prisoners. It wasn't a good idea to blurt out their name in broad daylight.
"Apologies…" George said, now with a lower tone, almost to a whisper.
"No worries, George. You seem to be settling in the new place quite well."
Siderius entered the shop. There were swords placed everywhere on the wall with all shapes and sizes. Short sword, long sword, even the rare great sword for crowd control.
Along them were shields, armor and even rare weapons like the morningstar and flail.
"Finn is an old friend of mine. It's lucky that he didn't chase me away when I came here. He has every reason to do so." George said.
