[Yet again, no answer, only a flicker of his eyes to the axe as a response before going right back to glaring a huge hole through Charles himself. He's the paranoid one? Really, though, the idea of being armed to the teeth like this isn't surprising. Getting stabbed for a loaf of bread wasn't exactly uncommon back home, after all.
He lets the silence sit for a long moment, his voice just as demanding as before.]
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He lets the silence sit for a long moment, his voice just as demanding as before.]
Let go, and I'll drop the knife.