"Hey, that's a nice knife you have in your hand!" Tobias said. The wooden handle was curved to perfectly fit his fingers and a metallic, almost orange sheen shone when the dawning sun hit the blade's razor sharp edge. "Oh, this," said Nipa II. "It was my uncle's knife. He got it from his uncle, who got it from his uncle and so on, I'm sure you understand." Nipa II tossed the dagger over to Tobias, who fumbled slightly, not expecting the density of the blade. "Was your uncle a cool guy?" Nipa II, a little confused, replied "...no? He keeped himself warm." "Oh, no! I meant 'was he great?'"
"Great? He was amazing! He'd chase and subdue the fastest Sharme, shoot an arrow so far by having the very wind carry it!" Nipa II spoke grandiosly, gesturing to the lush forest outside. "My uncle was a woodworker, he'd make chairs for clients," said Tobias. "That is a fine profession," Nipa II shrugged. "Maybe even... a little cool." They shared a hearty laugh, one that Tobias sorely needed.
