"He crossed the last years of the sixteenth century and the opening years of the next century." Selene says quietly. "When he was born, we're not exactly sure. Even today the family finds hints of his passing through a variety of locales. We know he moved across most of Europe, the British Isle and portions of Africa. There is more than a few hints that he was a sell sword or brigand who stumbled onto the path of Faith. Truth be told, we don't know much about Solomon besides he was hellishly hard to kill and picked up foes like a dog picks up fleas. He was a hard man and clearly was hard to love."<br/><br/>She takes the cross from Lucas and held it in her hand. She held it up to the light, turning it over to show the back.<br/><br/>"A simple cross of iron. Made in Tuscany by a simple blacksmith as a thank you to a traveling scholar and priest who had helped to save his daughter. He.. , and another, went into the hills overlooking the small village after an apostate priest who dabbled in things best left alone.  They cornered the man and killed him, using a boarspear and silvered bullets. They crafted the weapons from the apostate's own altar goods after Frollo reblessed them. The man had been turned into a feral beast, ruled by a demon that followed the cycles of the moon. He had taken all the children of the village to turn them into an army to sweep over the province." Selene shook her head and smiled back.<br/><br/>"Your mentor was a solid man, resolute and firm when needed and kind and empathic as well."She set the cross down and closed her eyes, holding her hand over it. Chanting softly as she focuses her will. Iron was no friend of hers, she had to focus hard to 'sniff it'. She could feel the traces of the man that Lucas had gotten the cross from and focused on that. She held the power in place as she opened her eyes.<br/><br/>"There is a drawer over by the bar, in the third section there is box of oak. In it is a cross of similar make. Bring it to me but keep it wrapped in the felt it's in." She said as she returned to the spell at hand. Focusing hard to hold that trace of her departed friend.