Martin grinned wide, as if he didn't notice the dire tension around him.
"I represent someone who intends to secure the blade known by you and I as Contagion.
My original intend had been to complete this task back in the America's, but complications arise, and so I am here with an offer of trade."
He plucked the phone from his pocket and swiftly flicked through some files.
"I have a wide range of information you might be interested in, and this one artifact I know you'll consider."
He directed the screen at Mithias to show him an image of a slab of obsidian stone. A detailed sun carved into the surface, carved around it a confusing and alien description.
"Have you ever heard of the Exile Stone?"