[Haurchefant takes the offered knife and makes a few practice jabs in the air at his side, pointing away from the beast-like woman.
It's not the first time he's held a knife but he's never been very dexterous with small edged weapons. Not in combat, anyway. Sure, the first time he'd ever taken a life had been with his hunting knife but he'd killed those bandits with blows driven by primal rage, not skill.
It shows in his somewhat sloppy jabs.
He smiles at the woman as he crouches down to slip the knife into the straps of his greaves.]
You've my thanks.
I fear it's been some time since I used such a small blade but I'd rather a kitchen knife than a rock.
It's okay!
It's not the first time he's held a knife but he's never been very dexterous with small edged weapons. Not in combat, anyway. Sure, the first time he'd ever taken a life had been with his hunting knife but he'd killed those bandits with blows driven by primal rage, not skill.
It shows in his somewhat sloppy jabs.
He smiles at the woman as he crouches down to slip the knife into the straps of his greaves.]
You've my thanks.
I fear it's been some time since I used such a small blade but I'd rather a kitchen knife than a rock.
[He tilts his his head as he stands back up.]
I only wish I could repay the gesture.