The young man, Jonas, was alert immediately. A foreign sound triggered a change in stance, and his ears pricked up, becoming even more attentive than before. Metal. What could it be? Armour or a weapon, perhaps, but the threat provided by a potential enemy was no disincentive for Jonas compared to the potential reward. His sword, Dépasser, in his hand, was a marvel of technology, but it was far from complete. If Jonas could find some kind of relic, if that was what he heard, then the secrets of platinum mana could be unlocked to him. That was too good an opportunity to pass up. Still, Jonas was about as far from unintelligent as possible, he knew he would first have to rule out the possibility of company, and if he indeed was not alone, whether a threat was posed to him by his visitor.