"Hmm... Well, I don't know where to find one here, but I can lend you one of my old daggers. I always keep one on me." [b]He pulls a dagger from his cloak. It looked to be made of pure platinum, and had a mahogany hilt. Engraved throughout it were carvings of dragons. They twisted, breathed fire, and tangled throughout each other. The blade, in short, was beautiful.[/b]