[Like clockwork, the knife is immediately dropped down into the snowdrift at Lutha's feet, his hand moving up to tuck a thumb against his scarf and pull it down off his face. A clearer voice might settle things, and... well, might as well get all the pitying shocks out of the way, given how this promptly exposes the twisting web of scars framing his face.]
Right. [The field's a little more level now, and the more frantic bite of his voice dissipates in favor of bluntness. Maybe they could get back to business and keep the bloodshed to a minimum.
Speaking of which, though...]
You wanted to know how sharp the poker was, right?
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Right. [The field's a little more level now, and the more frantic bite of his voice dissipates in favor of bluntness. Maybe they could get back to business and keep the bloodshed to a minimum.
Speaking of which, though...]
You wanted to know how sharp the poker was, right?