Without any ceremony or fuss, he reaches inside his outer coat to pull his knife out of his belt and display it - a black blade, glossy in a way that might suggest stone rather than metal and glints unpleasantly. The word knife is far less applicable than sacrificial dagger.

"I came here with this one, actually. And I know how to use it." A simple statement of fact. "I also know how to use a gun, a-as well as maintain it, if you do happen to see me with one." He tucks his knife away again. "Don't let the accent fool you - I'm more than capable of holding my own when push comes to shove."