Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20180615005427/@comment-30014014-20181207041222

"Actually, she's offered, really" he mutters, almost in a whisper "And, I'm pretty fine, if only for minute scars and such. They'll go away soon enough".

Hearing of the second question, however, Prad pushes himself fromt he table, only to grab the dagger as well as the scabbard "I've kept it with me. So far, it seems fine, but..."

He stops speaking, unsure of how to utter the next. Mostly with the infant present. The dagger's presence, wrapped in the malevolant power, stowed to this point, waiting. I think it would be better to speak of it at another time, if that is of no mind".