Solvei could practically see the wheels turning in Henry's head after she had slipped and said the first part of Dean's name. She also saw the dawning in his eyes when he had figured it out. If ever there was any doubt on whether or not Henry and her would be friends it was cemented in her head when he didn't press for confirmation on who she was talking about. A silent agreement had somehow passed between the two of them that no words were needed right now. She was grateful of that.
"King Arthur? Yeah, that would be kinda cool. She pulled a claymore off the wall and held it in front of her like it didn't weigh more than a few ounces. "Think the Scots either had something right of very wrong when they decided to start making these." She swung it and thought it was too bulky for anything she'd fight these days. She put it back on the wall.
That was when the old man came out from the back. He carried two things in his hands. Stepping closer to them he held what looked to be a small medicine bag in one hand and a scythe in the other hand.
"Slayer, this scythe has killed many vampires. It is my gift to you." Sol looked at him confused. "I'll pay you for it." He shook his head.
"Warrior? This necklace I made myself. It will guard you against death and possession as long as you wear around neck." He held it out to Henry and Sol wondered if he'd take it or not. "My gift to you as well."