"And I hope she’ll be happy to receive this." Michael said, handing over a small cloth-covered box. The man looked a trifle suspicious and opened the hinged lid. Inside was a small replica axe, long-handled and fashioned in pure silver, with a small booklet accompanying it. He certainly hadn’t planned on bringing it. He’d discovered it in one of the zip-fastened pockets of one of his travel bags, forgotten entirely when or why he’d bought it, but it seemed to fit the bill.