Revenmar listened intently to the the two men talk. Morderik was a small man, clothed in white and almost looked a bit like a rat creature. Revenmar supposed not all humans were born beautiful. Why, by his standards, he was a bit average in the face. His build was another matter entirely, seeing as he stood several feet over many of the humans in Mess Hall. He felt a little out of place, but still relieved that he wasn't the only one of his kind in the new world. He would have hated to have been the only one in a sea of Gods and beasts. 

So the carving enough, believe it or not, was just a carving knife and nothing special. As suspect, he'd still keep the damn thing though. They walked back to the kitchen and he saw the motley crew of chefs working on meals for the hungry folk outside. The woman and child were intriguing, they looked at him so quickly then both turned away. Were they scared of him? Or was it something else entirely? The old men were also suspicious but what really caught his attention was the fact that two of the workers were missing, and one had left when he had arrived.

Effin whispered to him at that time and Revenmar already had somewhat of a plan. He'd have to talk to Markris and Setheo first before putting it into effect however. He looked down at Effin and whispered, [color=darkgray]"No one leaves until I'm done."[/color] Not much of a request but more of a command, he hoped the man would agree with him.

He walked over to the counter where Markris and Setheo stood. He looked at the knives in the hands and pointed at the empty whole where the third knife should set. 

First, He spoke aloud for Morderik to hear, [color=darkgray]"Morderik, you mentioned someone was here before you came to talk with us, who was it?"[/color]

Then in a very intimidating voice he said to Markris and Setheo, [color=darkgray]"You boys wouldn't happen to know where that knife ran off too now?"[/color] His hand was on his sword to add to his sense of urgency.