272 The Influence To One's Mind (Han + Timothy)

He could lie so easily… except truth stones and jewelry existed. Han scratched the back of his head, "Oh you know, from someone who had it pawned to them? Where else could I get something like this… certainly not from a corpse or anything that gruesome."

Lady Crowel recoiled for a moment, and he earned a threatening squawk from her crow. Her singular purple eye narrowed at him, and she stood up from the chair as well. All around them, the men that she had with her looked back at them.

If looks could kill, Han would already be long dead and yet he laughed, waving a hand. "I wasn't serious, definitely not me looting from rotten bodies." The more startled she was, the better it was.

She glared at him.

Could he tell… the truth?