At long last, a weapon. Ghent could scarcely believe it when he felt the weight of the dagger in his hand. Had he not been so afraid, his face may have lit up with excitement. As it was, he inspected it, only half satisfied.
	Brows furrowed, Ghent held the dagger out at arms length and brought it back to his side. He did this twice, as if measuring the distance necessary to stab Drust.
	"Don't you have anything else?" Ghent wasn't usually so ungrateful, but he had his own skin to think about. The blade was very short, and that meant he had to be very close if he needed to defend himself.
	"Don't get me wrong, it's nice," he turned the dagger over, examining the blade in a sliver of light peeking through the trees. "But it's kinda small, don'tcha think?"
	Elayra smacking her own head wasn't quite the reaction he expected. Ghent shifted his weight to his other foot, annoyed she should repeat what the ghosts chose to taunt him with. Life was a lot easier when he was a human.
	"Pretty sure we covered this earlier, Blondie." Grumbling, Ghent poked at a dust mote with the dagger. It bobbed along its chosen path, bringing Elayra back into his line of vision again.
	"I can[i] what?[/i]" Ghent balked. His list of possible skills grew stranger by the second. Elayra seemed determined this was possible, so he went along with it. She had been right with everything else, he had no reason to doubt her now.
	"O-okay...well...how do I do that?" Ghent's voice shook with uncertainty. Hearing Drust's heavy breath, he angled himself to keep the knight in sight. "Is there a spell, or...I don't have to meditate for this, do I?"