"W-well, it can also cut th' board if'n yer not careful..." Chachan added awkwardly, seemingly quite self-conscious about the lethality of what was supposed to be a simple kitchen knife. That was sort of how he learned about his snafu with it to begin with - it had been a gift for the numerous amateur and skilled chefs that frequented the Still Shore, home base for the Free Company known as Coral. However, once someone cut into the stone counter-top trying to cut up some vegetables for a stew, he had been quick to reclaim it before more damage could be done. It had remained in his possession as a sort of oddball and heavy reminder of his lack of moderation ever since. "Th-though, I'd rather a board get cut up by it than a person, if'n 'm bein' honest..."
He scratched at his cheek as a price was put on the thing by his girlfriend and impromptu financial consultant. She had the better head for numbers between them, not unlike his mother with his father's business. However, the little Lalafell seemed a bit uncertain about letting such a dangerous item be released from his clutches again. Fortunately no one had been hurt in the "discovery" of its sharpness at Coral, but there was no knowing about next time.
Chachan looked up at Yheli again as she counted out the gil pieces to pay for the too-sharp kitchen knife, a small pout on his lips. She seemed eager enough to purchase the thing, which made his resolve on the matter waver a bit. She seemed to be honestly wanting the thing for cooking - so it'd remain in the kitchen, and she was clearly aware now of how sharp it was. So... perhaps she'd take the necessary precautions? A part of him was a bit sad that his creation had been sitting locked away and unused for moons now...
"A-akay. I'll let ya have it fer tha' much," he relented after a moment's more thought as the Miqo'te awaited him with gil proffered. "If'n ya promise me ta be careful wit it! I dun wanna hear ya lopped off yer hand'r somethin'!"
With the expression set on his freckled features as he added that last bit, even imagining that happening was a bit stomach-churning for the Lalafell. An odd dichotomy considering the little Doman was completing a sale for a knife that could do far worse in the wrong hands. Though, perhaps such things were for the best - having someone who could craft such deadly wares being all too unwilling to see them misused.
He scratched at his cheek as a price was put on the thing by his girlfriend and impromptu financial consultant. She had the better head for numbers between them, not unlike his mother with his father's business. However, the little Lalafell seemed a bit uncertain about letting such a dangerous item be released from his clutches again. Fortunately no one had been hurt in the "discovery" of its sharpness at Coral, but there was no knowing about next time.
Chachan looked up at Yheli again as she counted out the gil pieces to pay for the too-sharp kitchen knife, a small pout on his lips. She seemed eager enough to purchase the thing, which made his resolve on the matter waver a bit. She seemed to be honestly wanting the thing for cooking - so it'd remain in the kitchen, and she was clearly aware now of how sharp it was. So... perhaps she'd take the necessary precautions? A part of him was a bit sad that his creation had been sitting locked away and unused for moons now...
"A-akay. I'll let ya have it fer tha' much," he relented after a moment's more thought as the Miqo'te awaited him with gil proffered. "If'n ya promise me ta be careful wit it! I dun wanna hear ya lopped off yer hand'r somethin'!"
With the expression set on his freckled features as he added that last bit, even imagining that happening was a bit stomach-churning for the Lalafell. An odd dichotomy considering the little Doman was completing a sale for a knife that could do far worse in the wrong hands. Though, perhaps such things were for the best - having someone who could craft such deadly wares being all too unwilling to see them misused.
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