"No. You can't be Snow. He isn't like this…" George shook his head.
"How do you know?" Siderius smirked.
"Because you were raised in a circus. You are nothing more than an actor…" Then it hit George. A simple answer that could explain everything.
"You were acting?"
Siderius shrugged. "Does it matter, George? Tell me. Do you really want to know my true identity? Or do you want to know how to make a sword indestructible?"
George gulped. His eyes darted around, thinking about the reality of the situation.
Then. He let out a long heavy sigh.
"You did save my life. I am indebted to you. If you hadn't released me that day, I would've been killed.
You will have my loyalty."
"Good. Come to the Crossroads Inn at night. I will be expecting you."
Siderius turned around.
"Oh. And remember. Your life belongs to the guild. If you don't show up, we will find you."
Siderius put his fingers up and drew the
