Vuthaternock tilts his head, and gently rests his hand on the hilt of one of his swords. [color=ed1c24]"Why would someone want this dagger? And what kind of magics does it possess?"[/color] He waits for an answer, his wings feeling cramped in such a small space. He resists the urge to spread his wings, knowing he'd clip someone upside the head if he did so. He looks at the group, and chuckles quietly to himself. [color=ed1c24]"Well. We're a rather mixed group."[/color]