It took a little rooting around in the closet to find the knife, but eventually Keman located it under a pile of yellow-faced shirts. It was the same broad, lethal-looking knife that Valyn had said he was going to return...apparently he hadn't, but the rightful owner's loss was their gain at the moment. He felt a little awkward handling it, but he did have some experience with weapons. It wouldn't be too hard.

Once he was ready, he turned to the others.

"Shall we?"