Immediately, Mekoa's dark eyes thinned a fraction. She had been trained to no accept charity from strangers, especially from strangers who had just tried to kill you. Her lean, well calloused hands stretched forward tentatively to retrieve the box and she felt around it. It looked like an ordinary box, unpainted and beautifully made. The clasp was a weather beaten gold and looked as if it hadn't been opened recently.<br/><br/>Mekoa carefully opened the clasp and lifted the lid, unsure as to what lay inside.